#I was watching a video where a cat had a meow that sounded EXACTLY like hers and I started bawling

[mwahkazu]

00; -> THE IDYLLIC CITY LIFE. ( prologue )

stealing the spotlight — a genshin smau. [ idol! lyney x underground artist! reader ]

chapter warnings: mild swearing | w.c: 917

“so, have you uploaded the video yet?”

“oh uhhh…”

“i’ll take that as a no.” kuni sighs on the other end of the line. “i’ve already told you before that it was fine, even the band said it was a good recording. what more convincing could you possibly need?”

“but fine isn’t good enough kuni,” you expressed, consciously walking back and forth in your room, “if i want to make it as an artist, these videos need to be more than just fine and good.”

“[name], you’re barely starting out.” he began, a hint of frustration laced in his voice as he repeated these words to you for what seemed like the millionth time.

“the day you become an official artist is the day you can talk shit about a song you recorded and nitpick to your heart’s content. but as far as i’m aware, you’re not even close to being at that point yet.”

ouch. you can always count on your best friend for blunt honesty. “talking from experience much?”

“obviously.” kuni retorts and you can faintly hear the sounds of an electric guitar being tuned. “now quit your whining and go upload it. i’ve got some recordings to do.”

“you’re recording this late at night?” you glance at the clock on your desk that reads about half an hour until midnight. “you sure nahida won’t be on your ass about fixing your sleep schedule?”

“i’m my own artist and an adult. i’ll sleep and record whenever i want to.” he quips and you can’t help but laugh as you recall the last time nahida scolded the guy for staying up till 3AM. “i better see that video uploaded by the end of the night.”

“alright, alright…i will.”

after exchanging brief goodbyes with each other, you return to your desk. back to square one again, that is—staring blankly at your computer screen and waiting for something to magically happen.

the sound of claws scratching on glass emits across the silent room, instantly catching your attention as you look towards the window. with a smile, you step away from your desk, walking over to allow the feline patiently waiting on the other side into your room.

“well good evening to you too, rosseland.” you greet, watching as the cat leisurely trotted in, wasting no time to make itself comfortable amongst the countless pillows and stuffed animals on your bed.

to this day, you still have no idea where exactly this cat came from, much less who he belongs to. after a particularly arduous day at university, when you wanted nothing more than to pass out on your bed, you were awoken by the sound of scratches and persistent meowing outside your window. and there on the fire escape, sat a cat whose fur was as dark as the night.

his collar offered no address or phone number to dial, just his name, “rosseland.” therefore you figured he at least had some kind owner. but you were way too mentally drained at the time to even go through the hassle of finding his owner and simply allowed him to spend the night in your apartment.

a problem for tomorrow, as you put it. but when the next morning came around, rosseland was nowhere to be found. nowadays, he just comes and goes as he pleases. you even got him his own bowl for food and water.

your anxiously tap your finger against the desk, eyeing the cursor on the screen that hovers over the button. it’s not like you haven’t done this before already. you have plenty of cover songs uploaded to your channel and even a few original ones that have all been well received so far. albeit by a small following but still! so what’s so different about this one?

it’s like kuni said, it was great. well he actually said it was “fine” but you know your best friend has good intentions in everything he says. no matter how snarky or blunt they may sound. even the guys from the band were nice enough to be part of the video as well and you don’t want their time and effort to be wasted because of your own worries and doubt.

“gah…whatever.” you muttered, finally clicking the upload button. swiveling around in your chair, you turn to the bed, “let’s get you some food rosseland! i’m dying for some take out right now.”

rosseland simply meows in return, stretching itself out before following you out of the bedroom. left unmonitored, the video would eventually become posted to your channel. unbeknownst to you however, as the night progressed, the views on your video would increase by the second. Hundreds of views became thousands and thousands to millions.

“lyney,” lynette calls out to her brother, who remains seated on the floor of their living room with a game controller in hand and fixated on the game, “where’s rosseland?”

“hm?” he hums, eyes not breaking away from the TV for even a second, “what are you talking about? he’s right there sleeping on the couch.”

lynette glances to the couch. empty.

“no he isn’t. also why do you have the window open?” she questioned, shivering slightly at the cool breeze permeating the room. “it’s freezing cold in here.”

lyney sighed, pausing his game. “i never opened the window—” as he turned to confirm his words to his sister, he was only greeted with her deadpanned face as she pointed at the painfully obvious opened window. “he escaped again!?”

end note: if you dont know who rosseland is YOU AINT A LYNEY ENTHUSIAST /j also happy bday to my two fav magicians! you’ll come home soon lyney i swear😭(i dont have him)!!

fun story fact by the way: lyney regularly loses track of rosseland. he’s not a neglectful owner though guys HELP mans is just not self aware the first time he “lost” him poor boy spent the whole night looking across the city for rosseland that ended up with him getting recognized on the streets and forced to retreat LMAO. definitely struggled to sleep that night. next morning though he woke up with his cat sleeping peacefully on top of him and cried tears of joy. insert picture of lyney bawling his eyes out while hugging rosseland who has no reaction. he tried feeding him cause he was worried he was starving but was confused af when he wasn’t eating. obviously cause you fed him already the night before.

“LYNETTE WHAT IF HE HATES ME!?”

“i think he’s just not hungry right now lyney…you do spoil him a lot after all.”

might do these fun facts more often if anyone is interested! i actually really like doing it and gives me the chance to add a tiny bit of extra content that otherwise couldn’t fit into the story</33

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ synopsis ; ━ lyney and lynette, the tantalizing duo that have taken the music industry by storm: dominating the charts, selling out shows, enrapturing the hearts of many, you name it. naturally, with their ever-growing stardom, it’s no surprise hundreds of aspiring artists cover their songs, which lyney finds pathetically cute—in an endearing way of course! after all, he absolutely adores his fans above all. what he doesn’t find amusing though is when a seemingly unknown underground artist like you covers one of his songs that practically blows up on the internet, outshining the original. but when lyney decides to confront you personally about such a matter, you’re left at a loss because—who the hell is this spoiled brat of a celebrity?

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[mukuharakazui-official]

*quietly, a dvd player and two dvds labelled "half" and "Cat" respectively appear*

(because i think he should watch him be scared of apples and eat exactly one (1) bird)

"oh- well, I guess i have the time to watch them now, don't I, ahaha"

[ this will be a longer response ]

[ half starts up first. apple 🍏 ]

"Oh, ahaha, is this why you all keep giving me these apple-related things? Very funny..."

he fiddles with the apple charm on the collar. Green apples, huh...

He chooses to ignore the lyrics (he doesnt like how they sound like his thoughts, his feelings. its just someone who sounds similar, he tells himself. ignore how accurate it feels, to depict your life as a theatrical play, yourself as an actor wearing a mask-) (stop that.)

His ears (the spell's still up...), which had flattened against his head, straighten back up again. "Aha, its... it's a nice video. Not sure why you wanted to show it to me, though..."

... he stops when he sees Hinako, in the pre chorus. He skips the rest of the song with no comment. His ears press flat against his head (he curses them for being so hard to control)

[ cat time. meow. nya eve ]

he chuckles a little when he sees the bird [the dove chirps from where it is, far enough away that he only vaguely notices it ]

he...toughs out looking at the music video. It's starting to become uncomfortably evident how...specific the visuals are, though. The confession is word-for-word how he'd phrased it, the way Hinako looks at him is exactly how-

...He feels uncomfortable, knowing that these magic...things might know these things about him. These were things he'd expect only the Warden to know about...

He startles when he reaches the end of Cat. Suddenly, he feels that the apple and doves were very, very targeted. This feels. Unsafe.

Outwardly, though, he laughs, seemingly embarrassed at having been startled by the music video.

"...Haha, these were...interesting. How...how did you find these..?"

#[ lie until it gets better ] #[ a stranger ] #[ a message for me? ] #[ Love+Fate = Crap ] #//angst tag usage! yippee #[ a magic trick? ] #//wahoooo. i hope this isnt ooc if it is im gonna. maul something #[ stand in the spotlight ]

[moveslikeanape]

oh no worries at all! i post a lot and nobody can catch every single post on their dash anyway haha. i'm sorry you were having internet issues, i hope things are working better now.

aww, that's adorable how oliver basically named himself. reminds me that my dad used to have a cat named iam (pronounced the same way as "i'm"), who was named that because when he first got him he asked the cat what his name was, and his meow sounded to my dad like he was saying "iam".

oh yeah, i guess it's true that playing the events and leveling up your cards definitely can get time-consuming, and you need to level them up a lot to win the battles! there are people who post videos of the story on youtube as well as wiki pages that have transcriptions of the text, so that would be another option if you were really interested in the story but couldn't keep up with the game. were there any particular character designs you liked best? i love riddle's, of course, but i also really like idia's design.

yeah, unfortunately my first reaction to moana 2's announcement was confusion because i saw it on twitter, thought "uhh, that's weird, what about the show that's supposed to come out this year? they usually announce movies so much further in advance too", and actually wondered if it was a fake tweet for a second... i was excited about the show but i agree that this has the same vibes as those old direct-to-video sequels, which were very hit or miss. also agree about toy story 4 lol, i basically just remember that they went to a carnival and that's only because woody's dreamlight valley house is a carousel. and i remember the ending, but that's because i wasn't a fan of the ending. in my opion toy story 1-3 were a perfect trilogy.

raya is one of those movies that i feel very mixed on, honestly. i really like raya's personality and character arc, but i always thought the movie had a lot of writing flaws that made the story and its message feel rushed and confusing. i think a big reason why some people like it is because raya and namaari are... very shippable lol, so much that i believe raya's voice actress once said she'd like for them to get together in a sequel. but i agree about the animation being gorgeous!

exactly LOL, and i'm glad for those who did genuinely enjoy wish, but i think even they should be able to admit that it's a flawed movie and that others aren't "anti-disney morons" for criticizing it. a lot of the criticism is coming from people like me who love disney movies and expected better from them, and that's why people are so passionate about creating fanfiction and art based on the ideas shown in the concept art as well. somehow the concept art did a better job of reminding people of the classic disney movies we all love than the actual film did.

i think what i like about the trolls movies is that even though they are a bit cheesy and childish, they just feel very self-aware and fun. they also have some really nice stylized animation where they try to make everything look like it's made from felt/fabric/craft materials in general.

i would absolutely love if disney filmed their musicals and put them on disney+! in general, i've always thought that more broadway musicals should do that for people who can't travel or afford the tickets. also, with princess and the frog i feel like sometimes people forget that a live action remake would have us watching a bunch of CGI animals almost the whole time... i mean, tiana and naveen are frogs for 90% of it and then there's ray and louis too. i'd much rather see how disney could bring it, and the emperor's new groove as well, to the stage.

it's too bad your book didn't seem to mention why they changed terk! do you happen to know if they gave a reason for removing tantor? i imagine it was because they thought having an elephant character was too difficult to pull off, but i agree with you that it would've been really cool to see how they did it.

Internet seems to be all better now, thank you!

Awwww, that's such an adorable story! I love fun cat names like that, especially when they're so unique that no one else could possibly some up with it. Also love cats that have such distinctive meows/sounds.

Ooo, I'll have to look into those videos and wiki pages, thanks for the heads up! As for the designs, I think my favourite is a toss up between Leona and Kalim, although leaning a bit more towards Kalim. I definitely would have an easier feeling about Moana 2 if it weren't coming so fast. I could see how they could maybe do a decent job and make whatever the series would be a decent movie if they dedicated the time to it, but the time between the announcement of the series to it becoming a movie is just way too short, no way this is getting the proper treatment it needs.

Totally agree about the rushed feeling of Raya. The story should be the number 1 focus. You can add fun stuff (jokes, cute characters, etc...) once they story is tied down and if there's room for it, but if you rush the story to fit anything else in, you've just ruined the movie. No matter how visually stunning, it's not going to connect with the audience if the story is struggling.

That's so neat about Trolls, I love animation styles that go for a certain look, and making it look like the world is made of crafting materials is genius! I'm going to have to watch them someday!

Completely agree with you about PATF and ENG... one of the many things that annoyed me with the Lion King remake was calling it live action... it was made to look realistic, but it was still all animated! They really need to stay away from live actioning any mostly animal cast movies. making the animals so photo realistic takes away so much of the heart, its so hard to emotionally connect with the characters story when their facial expression permanently bland/bored.

I didn't see anything about Tantor in it, but then again I only just quickly browsed through it. Someday I'll find time to read it, lol. I'm assuming it was to avoid making an elephant. Would have been neat to see if they had, or maybe they could have made him a different non-gorilla animal (kind of like how the baboons became a giant spider). I'm thinking their focus was too much on the main "wow factor" of the show... the vine swinging/gymnastic elements.

#stranger like me

[sugar-petals]

can you give us more thoughts about domestic yoongles? the taemin's one (wich I love) just made me miss the cat boy so much ;o;

i have a phd in househusband yoongi so let me fire out some ideas for ya.

myg at home headcanon

🐱 word count. 1.9k | fluff, slice of life, slight nsfw mentions, x reader, bullet points

The doorbell sound is a recording of Yoongi imitating a doorbell. He’s such a meme. Ceci n'est pas une pipe.

Seemingly, he teaches himself a new recipe every week. To perfection. Yoongi is very particular about sticking to the recipe and wielding his kitchen tools in the right way. He collects knives, olive oil, and still hates cutting onions.

He separates sleep time, work time, and couple time as the holy trinity. For each, he switches his mood.

Blushes easily no matter for how long you’ve been together.

Establishes his own radio show where he DJs at one point.

Yoongi keeps an extreme track on the garbage schedule. He knows exactly what is due when. Separating the trash is a must. That includes sorting out fake friends trying to get between your relationship. Your social circle as a couple is extremely deliberate.

Yoongi deems himself a terrible host for guests. Unless Hoseok is there to drag him out, it's true he rather stays in the kitchen or at the barbecue preparing the menu courses rather than making small talk. He leaves the hospitality bits to you, however you want to go about it.

What he lacks in conversing with guests, he makes up in bed, God is absolutely fair.

He sings and hums pretty often and has his own vernacular of extraterrestrial uwu noises. It's an alphabet that you have to yet decipher but it's incredibly cute.

Self-made paintings everywhere around his house. 

Yoongi hasn't gone clubbing since grammar school. The most he does is going to a restaurant at lunch with very close friends. And always in a work context. His private life is so secluded from everything else and paparazzi just don't spot him anywhere, Dispatch thinks he must live abroad.

Very well, he does consider his big ole house a separate country. It's a living organism with a studio, gym, trophy room, small-size basketball court, and vastly equipped kitchen. A home theater as well, he likes American movies (like Inception) and Korean action genres, and you can stream whatever you fancy in there whenever you like. 

Yes, he has underwear with cute little bears on.

There's even a little pond in the backyard. Yoongi, Pisces he is, likes fishes after all. Sometimes he sits at the edge of the 'Little Ole Min Lake (LOML)' and stares into the water for literal hours with his chin parked on his palm.

His fridge is so high-tech and futuristic, even Yoongi is rendered clueless by its AI sometimes. The washing machine, too.

Yoongi watches RuPaul’s drag race. What did you expect? He finds it so humorous.

Owns lord knows how many comic collections.

Favorite holiday destination: New York.

Christmas is basically 50% you unveiling new music equipment to him in the garage and Yoongi almost fainting at the sexiness of it. The other 50% is spent holding hands and orgasm after orgasm until the new year since you loose track of time.

Goes on long rants why he’d marry you again every weekend.

Making you presents is his specialty. Always accompanied with a hand-written note. He writes a lot of things by hand for you in general. Texting, basically never. Always on paper.

No sex without a blanket and socks on. Yoongi gets cold very very easily and just doesn’t like showing skin. You buy him a heated blanket for his birthday, he even uses it in his studio chair.

Chronically addicted to making out.

Matching black outfits and glasses.

Laughs at even your worst jokes or phrases you didn’t expect you even uttered.

Yoongi owns the phoniest, most secretive-looking black car ever and nobody knows about it. Even he forgets he owns it, in fact he genuinely acts like it just doesn’t exist. Hilarious. And that guy has a level 1 Korean driver's license. Which allows him to drive trailers and busses and fucking trucks, and construction machines, let that sink in.

It's really a genius curse. Yoongi being put to the test will always deliver but he won't choose to execute his full skillset if he doesn't have to. Well, pragmatic. He's not as phony as he thinks he is, which is even more hilarious.

He uses that behemoth of a car so scarcely because he'd rather have things delivered to his doorstep and he's stingy with gas. Also, he doesn't like traffic and driving because of the traumatic shoulder accident and his tendency to space out. Translation: You drive that thing... that monster... it really is an impressive, fast, and scary machine. 

If someone devious ever even remotely manages to invade his privacy and get past the doubly-installed security system, he has enough money to deal with it no matter what.

If it concerns your privacy, he's a red belt. And owns Jin's number if a taekwondo master is required. Jimin's if it needs someone with kendo skills.

If Yoongi needs someone to go on a complete rampage, Jungkook lives just down the block. He can sprint to Yoongi's bunker I mean mansion within 45 seconds. 30 if it's very urgent. 20 if the reward is an instant ramen splurge with Yoongi's black card.

He has a sexy, glamorous sword collection hanging on the living room wall anyways, so. Who the hell is dumb enough to mess with him and his expensive lawyer in the first place.

But just in case, who knows... Yoongi settles matters shruggingly, anonymously, and with cash and he's too exhausted for violence, but don't underestimate his deter-min-ation and network for emergencies. Also, he is Agust D after all.

He will bonk a naughty burglar or kidnapper across the head with a wooden cooking spoon or take him down by throwing a basketball if the situation requires it. Damn, his reflexes are so fast, a feral cat in motion. So, lean back and sip on your drink of choice. Things are cared for.

If Yoongi is the one being kidnapped or a highly skilled stalker invades the property at night when he's fast asleep (nothing can wake this man during certain hours, strong REM right here): Don't forget that honeyboy is a Dodgers fan. There are signed baseball bats everywhere in this damn house.

In that sense, your parents visiting you here for the first time thought you were an undercover thug couple. Not to worry mom and dad, you both just like sports very much okay.

Yoongi walks around in all black clothes and the rooms are all seemingly dark. Even if you live together, you don't know his skin care routine. It's clear to you he's some sort of vampire.

Since Yoongi always forgets to remove his makeup, you made it a habit to wipe it down when he's about to pass out. He won't lie, he enjoys that kind of affection.

Holly is your resident child. You're essentially a family.

He insists to tackle this by himself, Yoongi sees his therapist monthly. Not shifting responsibility is something he's stubborn about and he pours his emotions into writing. You will do conversation about deeper stuff, but he says it's mostly up to him and his own mind. He dislikes burdening you or opening up too much and it's something to respect rather than force him about. If he wants to share a thought, he will. It doesn’t mean he can’t trust you or sucks at communicating (we know that he’s direct). Yoongi simply can’t put that much pain in such few words nor should you alleviate it for him.

Calls from the manager faze Yoongi as much as Jimin is bothered by gravity. If he’s busy kissing your body slow mo, who the hell dares to disturb his worship. 

This man had so many let-downs and interpersonal catastrophes in his life, he's super discerning with people. Because he rolls that way, during their first meeting Yoongi uses his psychology certificate on your friends. You see him squint at them, he listens very closely. After they pass the vibe check aka meow radar, he befriends them, too.

Yoongi doodles Grammy trophies everywhere to manifest them.

Yoongi shaves his legs.

All the sex toys he’s ever bought are black. Gotta vibe in style.

He spends ridiculous amounts of time in the studio but he's yours for the remainder of the night, breakfast, and he makes a lavish lunch and dinner.

Um, consider his head parked between your legs. The Hongkong line was not a joke.

Doesn’t mind you squishing his cheeks whenever and for how long you like. 

Every other weekend he gets flowers, vouchers, and gifts — not because of fans, they don’t know where his house is, but because he donates so much.

Namjoon often drops by and cleanses the area with his crystals.

Yoongi is a photography major so you can ask him to take professional, ceiling-high black and white shots of you.

Feeding each other food lovingly. Man, this guy got lips.

He set up a library just for you, in the exact historical aesthetic you like the most. Send him the link to any book you want, it's basically in the online shopping cart already. As I said, he wants to make you presents like every week.

Sometimes he sits on the other end studying English videos and vocab while you read. And yes, he's already 95% fluent but pretends being merely intermediate. He knows technical terms even native speakers have never heard of.

He collects pajamas and earrings.

Swears on the phone.

Namjoon being the horniest member is a cover-up story. Yoongi masturbates almost unreasonable amounts of times, by himself and in your arms when going to bed. Not gonna lie, it’s a sight to see his hands at work. He’s almost equally obsessed with fingering you once you ask him.

Yoongi was the one asking you to move in and almost had a nervous meltdown before meeting up with you to tell you just that. 

He’s the little spoon and of course a sleeping burrito to hold tight.

Finds you equally attractive in any state or styling. Yoongi practices what he preaches, he always reacts the same and says the same. 

Jams out to outrageous beats Namjoon sends him by dancing in the studio. You walk in on him every time. Was embarrassed at first, now you dance along.

Has bought you a life-sized Yoongi pillow and customized you a giant Shooky to hug when he’s not at home over night.

Owned a wine cellar until he quit drinking. Turned it into a piano room instead.

Only you know Yoongi has a serpent and dagger tattoo.

Scrubs the bathroom religiously.

The house smells like restaurant food and his extravagant perfumes half of the time.

Sometimes he has to remind himself he’s married to you and not his coffee machine. He shall be forgiven. You can’t complain that he doesn’t love you enough, nor is he ever not adorable when drinking his latte.

Never wears short sleeves. It can be scorching and he’ll wear a jacket. 

Tell him and the cap stays on during sex.

He grows his hair out and puts it in a low bun. The bangs remain.

Yoongi has installed the most fire-proof building in the entire city it seems. That he wanted to be a firefighter when he was young definitely shows. Figures the house has to be protected from heat: His blasting studio music and Yoongi himself are just way too sizzling.

Still melts into a puddle when you kiss his nose.

Couple sunrise watching. 

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[nightklok]

Kloktober Day 1 Prompt

Prompt: Favorite Character and OTP Pairing: Picklegail (Pickles the Drummer/Abigail Remeltindtdrinc) Title: The war is over and we are beginning Characters: Pickles the Drummer, Abigail Remeltindtdrinc, Eclair (cat), band members and charles are only mentioned Trigger Warnings: Very slight angst, very slight mention/discussion of trauma/PTSD. Tags: Some dark humor, mentioned trauma, discussion of trauma, fall, post galagtikon 2, hopeful/happy ending Summary: It's the first fall Pickles has realized he's lived through in years.

Author's Note: Yes this is...6 days late-But i still wanted to publish this anyway so enjoy :')

Read this fic on AO3 or read below!

The first day of fall fell on a Saturday.

And Pickles would realize it was the first time he had actually been aware of fall in years.

He couldn’t remember the last time he saw the leaves change or pumpkin picking or any of the fall activities he sparingly went to as a kid. He simply had no time, family, or desire to do any of those things as he grew older. He had the sudden moment of sadness that he had missed another fall but told himself fall was gonna come back next year and he’d just look at the leaves harder next fall. But he never did.

But now, he had the time. A lot of it. And a fresh perspective on life and just how wonderful living a quiet life was.

Getting to sleep in on a Saturday morning with the person he loved the most and having nothing else to do for the day was one of them. Normally, Abigail was the one who woke up earlier but for the weekend, it got to be the opposite. He could get up in an hour, make some breakfast and they could see about doing something together. Whether it’s going outside or staying in and watching something. But at the moment, he was content enough just sleeping.

But it wouldn’t last long sadly. Despite nothing important needing to be done for the day, he was woken up by the sound of meowing and a cat smacking his face.

Éclair, their beautiful cat they found outside a K-Mart, happened to like going on walks in the morning. And she was very persistent about her walks being exactly at 7:13 AM. It was 7:13 AM.

“C’mon, it’s Saturday,” He murmured as he pulled the blanket closer to his face, hoping that he could sleep for just a few more minutes.

But Éclair had no concept of time and would continue pawing at the sheets and when she began whining, he knew that his time sleeping in was already over. He didn’t want to wake her up and figured she deserved the extra hour of sleeping.

“Okay, okay, I’ll take you on a walk,” Pickles finally answered as he used a hand to gently push her away just so he could sit up. He was careful to not disturb Abigail but he saw her move and murmur something he couldn’t quite hear. He had to assume by the tone that she meant she was gonna do it. She always tried to even when he told her to sleep in on weekends.

“Just go back to sleep, babe, I’ll take care of it.” He answered quickly as he got out of bed but she was already sitting up.

“I’ll come with you.” She answered, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes., “Just give me a few minutes.”

There was no convincing otherwise and he was too tired himself to argue. He quickly snuck in a kiss before he got out of bed, “Alright, take your time.”

By the time he had thrown on some clothes and made himself look presentable enough, Abigail was already by the front door, kneeling down to leash Éclair. Despite them taking the same time to get ready, she looked like she had spent much more time doing it. Then again, she always looked beautiful to him regardless of how much time she spent.

He really did save the world to get to see today huh.

She stood up once she leashed the cat and turned to look at him with that small smile he always loved, “Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” He answered as he made sure he put the house keys in his pocket before opening the door to let her out first before himself. Éclair already began wandering around the front lawn, as far as her leash would go.

They were hit by a cool breeze that gently swayed the trees surrounding them, causing some of the red and orange leaves to fall gracefully onto the ground. The trees weren’t entirely turning their leaves yet but the appearance was showing much more by the day. And each day only meant another normal day. The worst was behind them.

“You sure you don’t wanna get a jacket?” She asked.

“Nah, I’ll be fine. Got my own body heat.” He answered before he pulled her slightly closer enough to feel her skin heat up by the touch, “Besides I know how you can warm me up if I get cold.”

She wanted to mention about the neighbors or anybody seeing them but there was no one around at the moment. It was just them enjoying the early morning fall, the cool breeze and quiet excitement for a new season that just begun.

“Well, are you cold now?” She asked as she pulled him a bit closer.

He didn’t say anything else but reached up to kiss her, feeling her warm lips as they pressed against his. It felt as compassionate as the other thousands of kisses they must’ve shared in their lifetime. Honestly, he could probably find the same feelings he felt kissing her when he got a first kiss; the excitement, anticipation and pure love that he got to kiss someone he loved.

Their kiss was interrupted when she felt her leash getting tugged by Éclair who had grown impatient of them. She sat as far as the leash would let her, looking up at them expectantly. Amused, they walked past their front lawn to the sidewalk but felt the leash being pulled once again. They turned around to find her sitting still, meowing impatiently.

“C’mon, wanna walk a bit more? No? Okay.” Pickles answered with a laugh as Abigail went to pick her up. Almost immediately, she climbed up on her shoulders as she always preferred.

Her idea of walking outside was to walk a few steps and one of them had to pick her up for the rest of the walk. Walking around a block required too much energy. Did they expect her to actually walk alongside them every morning? Yes. Did she never fulfill that dream? No. But they also fed into her routine and nature, it wasn’t just their house anymore after all.

There was no use in arguing with a stubborn cat. She had made her territory in Abigail’s shoulder and they simply had to go along with it. She adjusted the leash so the other end of it would hook onto the inner jacket pocket that had a small sewn in hole meant for earphones. Once she made sure that the leash was secure inside, she reached over to hold his hand who quickly took it.

They took the usual route around the block. Shoes crunched against freshly fallen leaves, the wind picked up slightly again causing the leaves around them to move gently against the wind to a new area. If Pumpkin Spice Lattes and Apple Cider weren’t a symbol that fall was approaching, it was the leaves.

Pickles did try to remember when he last fall. Was it when he was a kid? A teen, maybe? He always fled before fall approached somehow. Always ended up in an area where he could not see the seasons change and everything remained a stagnant season the whole time.

But there was nothing to run from anymore. He could stay and watch the seasons change and turn forever if he wanted to now. Is this what freedom really feels like?

“Do you wanna go grab some coffee at the coffee shop?” She asked, interrupting his thoughts.

He quickly snapped his attention back to her and nodded, “Yeah, actually, the one two blocks from here, right?”

“Yep.”

He knew she knew that something was on his mind but she thankfully didn’t say anything. She already knew enough that he would speak when he was ready and he was always thankful for being able to fill in the gaps when he couldn’t speak. And she would always be thankful when he knew what she meant to say when she could barely get a word. It was a secret language between the two that no one but them knew and it was one they were both incredibly fluent in.

The coffee shop was a mom-and-pop one located on the end of the corner. LGBT friendly (Did he ever find those kind of coffee shops growing up?) and even had a small corner of the area for younger kids to play with. It was one of the places that they always loved frequently going to-if they weren’t well known to the world, they would’ve been known pretty well to the baristas.

“I can take Éclair, you can go order for us.” Pickles said. There were seats outside and given the weather, it wouldn’t be so bad to just sit outside and drink coffee while enjoying nature.

“Alright. The usual?”

“Surprise me.”

Pickles managed to take Éclair off her shoulder and set her down when he found a seat with decent shade. He tied the leash to the pole of the table but she seemed uninterested in exploring and instead jumped on his lap, presumably to take a quick nap.

He checked his phone while he waited, trying to catch up on whatever missed emails and posts from friends he had missed. Admittedly, going from seeing his friends everyday to now once a week at most was one of the toughest things to shift to. From knowing everything that went on in their lives, his knowledge of their whereabouts now came from whatever they posted in the group chat or social media.

Toki’s selfie with Magnus over the Eiffel Tower during their backpacking in Europe route. Nathan’s blurry image of a kid playing with a gator from the alligator rescue/children’s daycare he had started with Rachel. Skwisgaar’s video of one of the songs he was working with Nathan. A prototype rollercoaster blueprint from Murderface for the Dethklok amusement parks he and Knubbler were in charge of. And Charles not sending a photo but reminding him through text about a meeting regarding his solo album.

It was a crazy feeling to have looking at the boys he had lived with for more than a decade suddenly doing their own things. Did he feel left out? Maybe things were moving too fast? Miss the old times? He didn’t really know.

He found himself staring at his screen for far too long until Abigail came back taking a seat in front of him, “They’ll be coming over in a few minutes.”

He set the phone down, “Alright, what’d you get me?”

“You did mention you wanted me to surprise, didn’t you?” She answered with a playful smile that was clear she wouldn’t go easy on him.

“C’mon, I gotta know if I’m allergic to it or not. Could very well be allergic to milk today and might not even know it.”

“Guess it’s up to you to find out then; I’m sure there’s an EpiPen somewhere.”

Of course, she wanted to ask what was wrong but she didn’t want to press him. She knew he would budge eventually, he always did, but it was just a matter of patience and hoping to catch him at the right time.

Eventually, the barista came with the tray of coffees and food she had ordered, including a puppuccino for Éclair who woke up and hopped down to get her treat when Abigail set it down to get everyone’s orders.

She set the pumpkin spiced coffee, cinnamon rolls and a breakfast sandwich in front of him. She had ordered the same pumpkin spice coffee and breakfast sandwich; she always tried to avoid desserts for breakfast but he quickly shoved in a cinnamon roll in her plate anyway, “Here it can be your cheat day.”

“But you made me macrons yesterday.” She pointed out.

“It was sugar-free. And you can’t just pass off on a warm cinnamon roll. It’s bad for the environment I saved.”

She contemplated not even long enough before agreeing. They were pretty good cinnamon rolls…, “Guess I’ll need to pay for your contributions. Alright, I’ll take it.”

Pickles grinned as he took a sip of the coffee. It was still hot but he refused to even express he burnt his tongue for the sake of looking cool, “Great, glad my hard work paid off.”

For as much as he joked around, he didn’t mention anything about what was bothering him for the rest of their breakfast.

He would mention it on the walk back home when it was Pickles’ turn to let Éclair lay on his shoulder and Abigail holding a bag of free treats that the baristas insisted they take home. A few desserts as payment for saving the world. It was well worth it.

“I forgot what fall was like.” Pickles finally said as he looked at her. He didn’t downplay his feelings by joking

“You did?” She asked.

“Yeah. It had been too long since I last saw leaves and everything else and whatever. I guess it’s making me realize how long I missed out on some things, y’know?”

She had to wonder how he even forgot about fall. Or the fact that his hair color always reminded her of it. It was the color of vibrant red autumn leaves, not quite ready to fall yet but when the sun hit it, it showed the intricate details and would even shine as bright as it sometimes. And how could she ever put that into the right words? Maybe it just wasn’t the right moment, “Nostalgia?”

“I-I guess it’s that. Yeah. Nostalgic for the old things I guess. I was too used to that life. And I’m very happy with you, I really am! I’m doing more of the things now than I did before, but it’s hard to just completely let go of the past.”

Of course, he thought she would get offended which is why he didn’t look at her. Here he was clinging to his past again like some spoiled brat. If only he didn’t open his mouth. He probably seemed so ungrateful-

But he was met instead with warm hands taking his and he looked up to a very understanding Abigail, “I understand. There’s some things I miss and feel nostalgic for too. I don’t expect you to not miss those things. These things just end up happening, it’s part of natural life.”

“I guess…it’s just a lot harder to adjust than I thought. I’m sorry if I’m just dumping this on you, though. I know that this hasn’t been easy for you either.”

It wasn’t easy when Abigail could barely sleep without getting horrific nightmares that he had stayed up most nights worrying about. It wasn’t easy when Pickles ended up getting horrific nightmares too when he came back home, and he had yet to tell her all that he dreamt about. Their future kids, grandkids even, and even the current neighborhood kids would ask for stories of their heroism. Do they even dare talk about the price that was paid for it?

It couldn’t even be said that they had overcome it. The nightmares were less frequent, yes, but they were there. All it took was one bad night to ruin a week or month even. The horrors of their past would most likely be there for the rest of their lives, looming over and ready to strike when things seemed to be better.

But they made it so far together too. What’s another mile anyway?

“It hasn’t been easy but we’re both getting there.” She paused her walking to look at him, “We made it so far together, after all. I don’t expect you to be okay the same way you don’t expect me to be okay either, right? I’m not gonna ask you to do anymore than you already are doing and what you’re doing is enough.”

“And if it’s not enough? God, what if I’m just fucking up right now? There’s no way I can just…I don’t even know what. It’s just terrifying to be falling down that dark path again.”

She watched as Éclair looked up to the leaves around them, eyes completely dilated to look at the world around her. A leaf would just brush past her, failed to be caught and it fell to the ground.

Of course the leaves would eventually be raked. Whatever wasn’t thrown out or burned would eventually become mulch for the soil. Would help provide for the soil when spring rolls around. Then everything will grow again. Everything will be okay.

“If we fall again, we start over and flourish.”

—

“What was your last memory with fall if you don’t mind my asking?” Abigail asked that evening. They sat in the living room couch, sharing a blanket as they watched Knives Out. It would quickly become a tradition for them to watch whatever fall-related movies there were just to get in the spirit.

He paused for a moment, before finally coming up with an answer, “I met you, didn’t I? We were at that fall event Cornickelson used to host. It was probably a few years before you became Dethklok’s music producer? But anyway, we were paired at the same table and I was probably awkward as fuck right then and there but you still wanted to talk to me. We went to the garden and we just ended up talking about everything. God, I felt like a teenager with their first crush when I was with you. I never got to say that your hair color reminded me of the leaves.”

#my writing #metalocalypse #abigail remeltindtdrinc #pickles the drummer #kloktober2021 #kloktober

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Can I ask for a scenario where MC finds and takes care of a stray cat and brings it around with him causing some of the other feline transients(tezcatlipoca, macan, nomad, and sitri) to become jealous because the cat is possessive of MC and is getting attention. On another note thank you for creating this blog, it really is nice for you to continue doing something like this for others to enjoy and i hope you are enjoying it as well. (P.S, agyo probably glares at the cat from behind the couch)

I WAS SO WORRIED THAT I’D LOST THIS BECAUSE I SWEAR I ALMOST COULDN’T FIND IT BUT HERE IT IS!!! Thank you so much for liking my blog I’m having so much fun with it!! And I hope other people are having as much with it as well~! 

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Tezcatlipoca

Honestly, you’re starting to get pretty fed up with how many times Tez tries breaking into your dorm through the window when you’ve got a perfectly good door to use (especially because you gave him a key, dammit). It’s something about ‘stealth’ or ‘a surprise attack’ but it’s seriously starting to grate on your nerves; so when you decide to bring the stray who you’ve been feeding and taking care of for the past few months home with you, you decide that the jaguar can find out about the new arrival the next time he tries to make an ‘impromptu visit’ in the middle of the night.

And sure enough that’s exactly how he gets to meet your cat. Usually the loud declaration he makes as he bursts through your (thankfully open) window is what wakes you up from your slumber, but this time it’s the sound of your cat hissing up a storm as it leaps from your bed to confront the ‘intruder’ while he’s half-way through the window. It’s enough of a surprise to Tez that the therian slides right off of the frame and hits the floor loud enough that you feel bad for the person living on the first floor. However, he’s quick to recover, and by the time you’re out of bed you’re standing between the two trying to get Tez to at least lower his voice before he wakes the neighbors as he glares over your shoulder at the protective feline, the latter of which purrs and rubs against your legs vying for your attention.

That should have been your first sign that things were going to be tense between the two, but you didn’t actually think that Tezcatlipoca would get jealous of your new kitty just because it was a tiny bit attached to you. Little do you know from that point forward what ensues is a full out war between the therian and your cat. Perhaps its due to the fact you’re so doting, or just because you feed it and give it a place to sleep, but your cat is ridiculously attached to you, but Tezcatlipoca isn’t about to let a possessive stray take up the space at his brother’s side that Tez had waiting so long to reclaim - if it’s a battle for you that this little kit wants, then he is more than prepared to show it who your true favorite is. Tez gets increasingly more petty in his attempts to lure your attention away from the cat, and considering that he’s pretty adept with tactics you’d imagine this would be fairly easy but it isn’t.

Tez tries to get a moment alone with you by closing the door behind him before the cat can enter, and not two minutes later it’s pawing at the door and meowing so loud that you hurry over to the door to let it in and warn Tez to check next time. He also attempts to pawn the cat off onto his subordinates for a few hours under the guise of a play-date and to get the cat used to company; and yet that plan backfires spectacularly when you start getting pictures of its ‘playdate’. Group photos of the Luchadores all fawning over your cat and giving it treats alongside videos of them jumping around and letting it leap between them as they perform - it’s clear that the feline has successfully won them over just as it had with you, and you’re soon distracted cooing over the messages much to the therian’s growing frustration.

The lightbulb finally goes off when you catch Tez glaring at the cat when he thinks you’re not looking like he’s trying to convey the words he can’t say to the little feline due to your presence. You’re laying with your back on the floor as the kitty drapes across your chest, hands running through its fur and rubbing its ears as you coo and shower the cat in affection and praises. Your cat is absolutely loving the affection, purring hard enough that it’s practically rumbling as it stretches out and pads at your face with its paws; Tez on the other hand is staring the cat down like it’s going to claw your face off and he’s just waiting for the moment to jump in and intervene. When you tilt your head back to look at him you catch his expression before he notices you’ve spotted him; you ask him what’s got him so miffed, but in the split second it takes for him to look in the opposite direction and insist nothing’s amiss you look between him, the cat, then him, then the cat again.

Then it clicks.

“Tez, you’re not...jealous are you?”

His reaction is just too good - the lack of verbal response makes you lift the cat off of you so that you can safely roll over and look directly at him, taking in the lowered ears and ruffled feathers as he looks away from you. Assuming that he’s just feeling left out with the attention you shuffle over to where he’s sitting and apologize for not giving him some time too in a cooing hum that’s pretty similar to the tone you use when you’re coddling the cat. He goes to complain, but the moment you lean over to start scritching a spot right behind his ears he chokes on the words, expression tensing for the brief moment it takes him to realize what you’re doing to him. 

Tezcatlipoca grumbles about underhanded tactics and how he won’t fall for them so easily even as he tilts his head up with a noise akin to a deep purr when you move your free hand to scratch just under his chin. At the forefront of your affection Tez almost has to laugh in triumph - of course you may lavish the little fluffy kit you’ve taken in with affection and praise, but you’ll always end up pouring your attention back onto him when it really counts. You’re pretty sure you catch his tail flickering languidly out of the corner of your eye as you pet him, but you don’t bring it up when it brushes up against your legs as you shuffle around to get a better angle to fuss him with. If the cat doesn’t try to make too much of a fuss and he keeps receiving your undivided attention like this, then Tez supposes that he can allow this kind of arrangement…

That is until the moment is interrupted when your cat promptly shoves itself between the two of you and turns it’s back to Tez so that you have to pull your hands away to look down at it. And just like that it’s back to square one, with Tez glaring daggers as the feline has the audacity to use his leg as height leverage to nuzzle its way into your arms, effectively regaining your attention as you turn back to fussing the cat - completely oblivious to the pointed stare-down the pair share when you’re not looking.

Macan

Taking in a stray for the first time you’d worried a lot about it wandering off or losing interest if it went outside, and the stories you had heard only heightened the worries you had about owning a cat. Turns out you didn’t have to worry at all, as the feline sticks to your side everywhere you go, even following you to school and sneaking its way into your classes even when you were sure you closed your dorm door - it was a running gag that where you went your new fluffy buddy was sure to follow, and it significantly eased your concerns as you gained a little more confident about taking it out with you. It even came with you when you went out to see friends, dropping by on the Berserker’s guild to catch up with your allies with your fuzzy companion in tow. Granted, it did in fact wander off from time to time, but rarely ever out of your direct line of sight. However, this time when you pull yourself away from a conversation with Andvari about merch revenue to check on your cat who’d been perched on the counter, only to find it missing from its spot and not in direct sight, you begin to panic. The main floor is thankfully empty of most of the visitors, with most people in the arena watching one of the fights and leaving the space mostly clear, but you still end up running circles around the room looking for the cat in question. Eventually, a familiar mewl catches your attention, followed by a sharp hiss and a growl that you recognize and you slide around the corner the moment you hear it.

Then you spot your cat, latched onto the Macan’s snout with both bearing their teeth and you nearly scream as you bolt over to pry the two felines away from each other. It takes a while to separate your cat and Macan, and you’re honestly flabbergasted that your kitty had such a wild reaction when up until this point you’d never had any of these problems before. Macan at least doesn’t seem entirely fussed about the sudden outburst - if anything he seems a bit entertained that your cat had the guts enough to try anything - but you still make a point to make sure his nose is okay, checking for any lasting claw marks as you apologize over and over.

From that point forward, it doesn’t take a genius to piece together that Macan and your kitty don’t entirely get along...well, that’s not exactly true. In the times where you’re doing your own thing and not focusing on the two of them, you notice that your cat has little qualms with sidling up to the bulky tiger therian and lounging all over him, and Macan doesn’t even shrug it off or push it away whenever the furball trots up to him looking for attention. It’s bizarre seeking the two of them actually getting along with each other, though you do have to laugh at how easily Macan’s able to pull your cat away when it starts getting too playful with his tail - it almost makes you wish you had a camera so that you could save these snippets. 

However, those moments only last about as long as it takes for either of them to notice that you’re paying attention; then your cat’s racing me over to your side kicking up a fuss until you relent and give the feline some well deserved pets. You honestly don’t know who’s more attached to you - as when your cat comes to curl up on your lap, meowing and pawing for your attention, chances are Macan’s right there alongside it, leaning up against your back and resting his head atop yours nosing in on whatever you’re doing. It’s cute, but frustrating when this happens right as you’re in the middle of doing something important - and yet you don’t have the heart to get either of the cats to budge.  (not that either of them actually would - you’ve now got two stubborn felines to deal with in your life, hope you’re ready.)

Nomad

Taking in a stray wasn’t your initial plan, but you definitely don’t regret it. You always came across the same cat on your way to and from school, and while you’d only stop for the occasional fuss and to give it some treats if you carried some with you, it didn’t take long before it started travelling with you as you made the walk. And then one day you got back to your home and the cat just...stuck around - and needless to say you just didn’t have the heart at that point to not take the cat in; how could you not? The fluffy feline needed a place to stay, and you were more than happy to have a new roommate in the form of the tiny cat. It takes a lot of trial and error to ease your new pet into its new life, taking your time to get it used to being around some of your friends so that it feels more comfortable coming over - and honestly, things go a lot better than you expected. Your cat warms up to just about everyone you’ve introduced easily, going in for pets or at least giving them a curious sniff before deciding whether it likes them or not; seeing how well it gets along with everybody you’ve introduced so far, you thought it was high time to introduce it to your favorite tiger detective - after all, you’re sure they’d get along just fine, right?

Your way of ‘introducing’ Nomad to your new kitty isn’t so much an introduction as it is you quite literally plopping the cat right into his lap the moment he sits down, looking up at him with an excitable smile and kneeling down beside him as you present the small cat to the exceptionally bigger cat. Your cat and him share a look, and you just about melt watching it purr and nuzzle up against Nomad’s jacket like you’ve seen it do with some of your other friends before - it looks like it’s taken a shine to him, which is honestly incredibly relieving after the initial worry that this introduction wasn't going to go as well as you’d hoped. What makes you even happier is that Nomad doesn’t seem to mind the cat either, leaning a hand down to give the kitty headpats as it preens and purrs under the action.

But then you turn away for a moment to check something on your phone, being pulled away by a message, and in that split second that you shift around to check your cat does a complete 180, just about hitting him square in the chest as it whips around and hops off of his lap to trot over to your side, meowing all the way until you turn around and focus your attention back onto him. What seals the deal is the warning noise that your cat makes as it turns back to face him, slinking into your lap with a pointedly sharp stare before it turns its attention back to you.

It’s not exactly jealousy, per se, because Nomad’s been around the block long enough to not get hung up over you doting over your cat and giving it a lot of your attention - though at the same time he gets pretty embarrassed realizing that what he does get hung up on is the fact that most of your attention is pulled away from him when you are together. When he realizes that’s what’s got him upset, the therian wants to just about kick himself for sounding like a damn kid about it, and he’s not about to go around admitting it out loud, so you’re gonna have to figure that out on your own.

What’s more, Nomad’s fully prepared to just cut his losses and accept that him and the cat just aren’t gonna get along, and he would if it wasn’t for the fact that this same cat was so damn affectionate when you weren’t around. Without fail, whenever you go out to run errands and he’s stuck with the cat it’ll come plodding up to him and flop down into his lap demanding pets and attention. And he falls for it every single time. You can practically see the frustration rolling off of him when you return, and the cat just about claws his head off trying to get to you as soon as possible, leaving Nomad nursing more than a few nicks thanks to the sheer protectiveness the little fluffball possesses when it comes to you.

Sitri

When you’d first brought the stray you’d adopted home it was a learning experience for you. Figuring out what toys to get and what kind of food and bedding to go and buy were just some of the things you needed to get and asap, and you’d been so focused on making sure the little guy was settling in okay and comfy that by the time everything was sorted out you’d pretty much neglected to let everybody know that you were a cat parent now. Once things have calmed down however, you’re eager to show off the fluffy feline to just about everyone and everyone, and who better to show that Sitri? You were planning to meet up with him after school anyways, and you figured if the kitty was going to warm up to anyone, he’d be a pretty good start, right? 

Though perhaps you should have actually let him know that the cat was home when he’d stopped by your dorm room to see if you were ready to go, as while you’re mid-way through tossing a jacket on and grabbing your bag you hear a yelp and Sitri nearly barrels into your back. You’re about to ask him what’s wrong, but as you spin around you spot your cat dart across the room, and you have to catch the little fluff ball mid-pounce as it aims directly for the poor therian’s tail. Turns out, while you’d been getting ready, the cat had spotted Sitri at the door and had slipped past your feet to investigate the newcomer, only to latch onto Sitri’s tail the moment the flickering had peaked the feline’s interest. A slew of apologies wasn’t how you’d intended to introduce Sitri to your cat, but you really can’t stay mad at the kitty for long when it sticks you with the wide eyes and cuddles into your arms mid-apology, gently butting your jaw with its head.

You just about melt at the action, especially because this is still in the early stages of your cat settling into your home, and the apology quickly filters off into you cooing over the feline as you hold it up for Sitri to see. For a split second Sitri swears that the cat’s glaring at him as it wriggles free and drops back down to your side to curl around your legs, but surely he’s just imagining it, right? Wrong. That cat spends just about every second that he’s there curled protectively right beside you, sticking Sitri with a stare and swatted paw if his shoulder so much as touches yours. It even kicks up a fuss and follows the pair of you out of the door, which ends up with you asking if you can bring it along, which of course he’s not going to say no to. This quickly becomes a regular occurrence, where almost every time the two of you get to hang out your cat comes with you, and it must know it’s damn cute because every time it tags along you and just about everyone else comes over to pet it and give the cat attention.

Sitri absolutely refuses to admit that he’s even a tiny bit jealous of your cat - getting jealous over a cat is super dumb, and Sitri’s not the kind of cool cat who gets hung up watching you fuss and fawn over the cat every single time you’re together...okay, maybe he’s a tiny bit jealous, but it’s not like he’s going to tell you that he is. Instead, he stews with the thoughts for a while, and just kind of puts up with the presence of the cat in favor of hanging out with you, and he’s sure the cat knows because boy does it push the limits of what it can get away with. There was even one instance where Sitri had made the mistake of having his wings out around your cat, and the little ball of fluff just about ripped a few feathers free the moment it caught sight of those bright orange wings. That at least got your attention focused back on him as you’d worried over his wings and checked that he was okay, but Sitri really doesn’t wanna go through something like that just to keep your attention - he’s pretty sure he’d end up losing all of his feathers if he did that.

With that being said this is Sitri, and you’ve known him long enough that you can tell when something’s starting to bug him, and clearly something has been bothering him for a while. You don’t make the connection for a little while, after all while he does get a bit frustrated watching your cat nuzzle into your hands and curl up on your lap, so you’re blissfully unaware. However, after a while you start to realize just how little attention you pay to Sitri when you guys are together, having your attention pulled away by the cat, and you start to think that maybe he’s feeling miffed that you’ve been leaving him out as a result. You can’t say for sure though until you decide to bring the topic up with him, curious to figure out what’s got him so ruffled.

Once you put two and two together he gets notably embarrassed, and you don’t even have to voice your thoughts aloud before Sitri blurts out that he’s 'not jealous!’ automatically jumping in to deny it before you’ve said a word. Seconds later he realizes what he just said and his hands fly to his mouth as though hoping to stuff the words back in but it’s too late. Your jaw drops, but just as quickly you spin around and exclaim “You’re jealous!?”, watching as he flushes. Sitri tries to deny it again, but it’s significantly less convincing when even the tips of his ears are starting to turn pink; soon enough the moment dissolves into you repeating that he’s jealous, sounding more and more amused each time he tries to argue that he swears he’s not. After a while of this though you make sure to assure him that you’re not making fun of him, ruffling his hair as you assure him that as much as you coddle and fuss the fluffy feline you’ll always have time for him - after all you’d be a fool not to remind your friend he’s the number one cool cat, right~? At your words he goes from flustered to groaning at the cheesy remark, but you can tell he’s feeling a bit better about the whole thing, if not still a bit embarrassed over being seen through so easily.

#a-cat001 #housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo imagine #housamo headcanon #imagines #headcanons #tezcatlipoca #housamo tezcatlipoca #macan #housamo macan #nomad #housamo nomad #sitri #housamo sitri #request #ask

[sodapill]

days like television

words: 3.9k

relationships: denji & hayakawa aki & power, implied akiangel

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a/n: here’s something i wrote exploring the dynamic of the hayakawa household from denji’s pov!

cw: mild emetophobia, smoking, ptsd

These days, Denji finds himself greeting every morning with a face full of cat fur.

These days, Denji finds himself greeting every morning with a face full of cat fur.

Nyako has taken a liking to sleeping in his room, and she’s got a strict routine that he’s expected to follow. Breakfast doesn’t begin at the reasonable time after Aki doles out their portions, but rather whenever Nyako demands it, usually before the sun has peaked past the horizon and always when Denji is dead asleep.

Her favorite method of waking him used to be persistent yowling, but recently she’s adopted a new strategy—settling the length of her pudgy stomach over his head and cutting off his air supply.

It’s devious but effective, and as Denji’s body kicks into fight or flight from lack of oxygen, he can’t help but think they’ve raised a spoiled brat.

Power claims that’s how all pets are, but Pochita never refused the pathetic scraps of food Denji managed to scrounge up for their sporadic meal times. Nyako is the odd one for being a normal cat with normal needs.

It’s a good thing Denji is “nothing if not adaptable,” a phrase Aki used once that he’s since latched onto. Whether Aki meant it as an insult or not is irrelevant.

Occasionally growing a chainsaw for a head has made him realize he can adapt to pretty much anything. The hardest part of it all was learning to live with other people, and Denji sort of manages that. What difference does a daily smothering make in the grand scheme of things?

He’s gotten used to pulling a purring Nyako from his face so he can trudge to the kitchen and open a can of cat food. It’s considered one of his chores anyway—and yeah, they have a chore chart now.

That was all Aki, of course. Fed up with the stacks of unwashed dishes and dirty clothes strewn across the living room floor, he’d cooked and then withheld a delicious hotpot dinner until Denji and Power both agreed to work out a schedule. They’d decided to cycle cleaning throughout the week and set Saturday as laundry day. That way there was no excuse for Power to walk around in her underwear under the guise of not having anything to wear. It was her idea that the penalty for missing a chore be losing a finger, and Aki added it to the chart like that wasn’t something he’d ever have to worry about.

Denji didn’t want to give either of his housemates the satisfaction, so he’d gotten used to doing chores.

Begrudgingly.

Make no mistake—he can get used to anything, but he doesn’t have to like it. He’s learned to tolerate doing dishes like he tolerates the acrid smell of second-hand smoke filling his lungs whenever Aki feels like having a cig indoors. Bad smells never bothered him when he’d lived in poverty, but the weight of smoke in particular is stomach-turning.

As he’s forced to crack open a window and watch Nyako slink a similar retreat onto the sill, Denji considers how all this luxury has possibly made him a bit spoiled too.

After all, not everything he grows accustomed to is outright shitty.

For all her annoying living habits, Power proves to be a low-maintenance roommate. Her moods fluctuate so wildly, if she finds anything to complain about in the first place, she’s over it by the next turn of the clock. She also takes bizarre pride in completing her chores, dragging him or Aki around the apartment to boast of what a good job she’s done.

She pouts if they don’t praise her enough—but whatever. Denji is used to it.

Her constant chatter becomes less annoying the more time they spend together, until he realizes the apartment is too quiet on the rare occasion she’s not there. The sound of her exchanging meows with Nyako reminds him he’s home, and even her cackling laugh soon registers as comforting background noise.

Similarly, Denji now recognizes the shifts in Aki’s tone well enough to know if he’s actually in trouble, versus if Aki is scolding him for the sake of propriety. Denji watches for other tells when pulling pranks with Power—an indulgent shake of the head and a tug at the corner of Aki’s lips means they’re in the clear.

It's easy to pinpoint exactly what shade of melancholy he’s drifted into just by counting the number of consecutive cigarettes he pulls from the pack. Two is contemplative—four, somber. Anything past that means they’ll have to arrange for takeout that night.

Aki is consistent, and when he starts drifting in and out of rooms like he’s lost something, his fingers trailing the walls as if navigating in the dark, Denji knows he’s actually looking for a distraction. In those moments, Denji makes an effort to act extra obnoxious, riling Power up in turn until Aki has no choice but to pay attention to them and forget whatever bad memory he’d gotten hung up on.

Gathering facts about the people he lives with isn’t a conscious choice. It’s instinctual, like how his body expects food on the regular. He’d put up with a constant state of starvation for his entire adolescence, doing odd jobs on an empty stomach like it was nothing. Now it ruins his entire day if he doesn’t get at least three meals. What’s crazier, his body punishes him when he takes advantage of the unrestricted access to food.

Aki’s cooking is good. So good in fact, that for a large span of time, Denji is constantly shifting into “eat as much as possible” mode, left over from when food was scarce. This results in several post-meal puke sessions, made all the more miserable because Denji’s body is pretty much invincible, right? He’d thought whatever devils were made out of meant they were above this shit. Ending up with his face inside a toilet bowl has forced him to rethink his previous assumptions.

It sucks waiting for his body to adjust alongside his brain, but Power and Aki do their best to make it more bearable. The first time Power kneels beside him on the cold tile, he’s sure she’s there to laugh at his misery—it wouldn't be the first time. He’s bewildered when instead, she places both palms on his back and rubs them vigorously up and down in what must be her version of a soothing caress. She doesn’t laugh or even complain, and only when his stomach is empty and he’s slumped against the wall in exhaustion does she get up and fetch Aki, who steps into the bathroom with a soldier's solemnity to deposit a mug of hot tea into Denji’s hands.

It happens enough times where Denji doesn’t bother to ask questions, filing it away as one of those things that fits into an unnamed category of half shitty, half not so shitty—like movie nights.

The three of them have vastly different tastes, Aki with his mind-numbing art house flicks and Power’s penchant for talking animal movies made for literal children. Denji doesn’t know what genre he likes most, but it’s definitely not either of those.

It’s an unspoken rule that they have to watch each one all the way through. Aki is the type to sit in complete silence because talking “ruins the integrity of the film,” whatever that means, and Denji’s running commentary annoys him to no end.

Denji and Power make bets each time on how long it’ll take him to snap or huff out a laugh.

On the rare occasion it’s Denji’s turn to choose, he splits the difference and puts on something from the best seller section at the video store. With this method, they all have to suffer through garbage, but occasionally he’ll stumble across a good movie—one he doesn’t mind staying quiet for. He watches Aki and Power rather than the television screen, their rapt attention filling him with an odd sense of pride.

Denji categorizes those nights as not so shitty.

After a while, he gets so used to the good and bad mundanities of domestic living, he can’t even imagine what a change in routine would look like.

Then they go to Hell, and instead of cat fur, Denji is more often violently jerked awake to the sound of Power’s screams.

She’s more dependent than ever before, clinging to Denji at all times like an extra limb. When the sun begins to set outside their windows, she startles at every sound, working herself into a panic while her nails dig half-moon circles into his arms that he’s sure would leave permanent scars were he fully human.

Looking after her turns out to be even more work than getting up at the crack of dawn to feed Nyako—but for some reason, Denji can’t bring himself to resent her for it.

He takes on the responsibility of comforting her with a resilience he never knew he had, going as far as holding her hand each night while she struggles to calm down enough to fall asleep.

Power isn’t the only one Denji has to keep an eye on.

At first, he doesn’t notice the way Aki will sometimes stop cold in the middle of cutting vegetables, gripping the knife handle hard enough to whiten his knuckles as a shudder of something awful passes through his body. He’s good at hiding it, and when Denji catches the tail end of one of these attacks, Aki brushes it off like it’s nothing.

It’s only after Aki suddenly sinks to the floor in the middle of a conversation, his hand clutching at the place where his missing arm wouldn’t reattach, that Denji realizes he’s overlooked something important.

Phantom limb syndrome, Aki explains, is an ongoing side effect of losing a limb wherein the brain gets mixed signals from the area of severance and translates them in the only way it knows how—as pain. He rambles off some more medical science that goes completely over Denji’s head, but from what he can gather, this affliction is severe, unavoidable, and sometimes life long. There’s no cure, but as with other chronic conditions, the goal is learning to manage it the best you can.

The thought of Aki suffering in silence makes Denji want to deck him as much as it makes him want to find a solution for his pain. He juggles these warring impulses until Aki clenches his jaw and looks away—and Denji understands that Aki won’t spend any extra energy looking after himself by choice.

So Denji and Power force him to.

They keep a hot pack in the cabinet above the microwave, and when Aki shows even the slightest sign of falling under the grip of pain, they warm it up and force him to sit with it pressed to the aching muscle. They know it’s particularly bad when Aki doesn’t bother hiding how much it hurts, and in those moments they take turns massaging his shoulder.

Aki refuses to speak with them during, so Denji and Power talk to each other, treating the situation like it’s something they’ve always done.

Denji doesn’t comment on Aki’s silence. He’s come to understand that there are some things they don't need to say aloud. When you’ve lived with a person long enough, you can share a thought with just a gesture, or pick up on ideas that you can't put into words

Power doesn't need to tell him she appreciates his company on her bad nights. Likewise, he doesn’t need to voice why he doesn’t mind taking care of her. He couldn’t even if he tried.

And when Denji questions Aki on why he’s wearing a glove indoors, Aki only has to shoot a single warning look to shut him up.

Later that night, Aki welcomes the Angel Devil into their apartment.

One arm between the two of them—Denji thinks that's pretty funny, but he doesn’t say so. Instead, he hangs back as Power slinks around their guest like she’s investigating a new play thing.

Angel endures her attention for a short time, then flicks Denji a cool look and tucks his wings in, settling on the couch without a word.

Aki hovers in the foyer, glancing between the three of them like he’s waiting for a fight to break out. It’s such a dumb look on him that Denji takes it upon himself to make the first move.

He plops down on the arm rest and asks Angel outright if he’s ever tried using the thing floating above his head as a frisbee.

Angel rolls his eyes and informs Denji that his halo is sharp enough to slice through metal.

“Sounds like a challenge,” Denji shoots back, and he’s sure Aki’s surprise mirrors his own when the corner of Angel’s mouth lifts into a smirk.

“By all means, be my guest,” he says, inclining his head in invitation.

Denji moves to take Angel up on his offer, but Aki comes back to himself and catches Denji’s hand in a tight hold. He then spends several minutes lecturing them both on how hard it is to get blood stains out of upholstery.

The rest of the night is...well, it’s still weird. But Aki so obviously wants it not to be that they all pretend for his sake. While he cooks dinner, Denji and Power keep their surprise guest company.

Angel is surprisingly talkative when prompted, though he always seems to veer their conversations into the morose. At one point, he stares glumly at Nyako snoozing on the counter and warns them to watch her closely.

“Cats don’t actually have nine lives,” he remarks, “I learned that the hard way.”

Denji doesn’t say anything when Aki lays out enough food to feed a small army, all special dishes that he’d never cook for Power or Denji even if they begged. He digs in without a word, and it’s a good thing his mouth is stuffed, otherwise he’d be gaping at the way Aki carefully feeds Angel, every so often lifting a glass of water to his lips.

They follow up dinner with ice cream—which must be Angel’s favorite as Aki spoons him two extra helpings—and then Power is tugging at Denji’s arm, urging him to come take a bath with her.

He relents under the assumption that Angel will be gone by the time they’re done washing up. But about half an hour later, Denji exits the bathroom toweling off his hair to find Angel is still there, sitting close to Aki. They’re angled towards each other, Aki’s arm thrown over the back of the couch and the fabric of his long sleeve shirt brushing the tops of Angel’s wings.

They both look up at Denji when he enters the room. Angel’s expression appears bored as usual, but Aki’s is strange, his face relaxed in an unfamiliar way.

Denji opens his mouth, then decides better.

Aki stands, helping Angel up with a steady gloved hand to his back, and it takes everything Denji has in him to stay quiet as Aki mumbles an awkward goodnight, shepherding Angel down the hall and into his room.

Denji immediately makes up an excuse to run to the convenience store so he can check the balcony outside Aki’s room from street level. Sure enough, Aki and Angel are leaning up against the railing, heads inclined as if they’re speaking in low tones.

Denji watches Aki light himself a cigarette. He offers the box to Angel, who says something that actually makes Aki laugh, the sound ringing clear even from a distance. Placing a second cigarette in Angel’s mouth, Aki holds his own steady between two fingers, bending forward to meet the smoldering end to Angel’s unlit one. A pinpoint glow of orange flares in the dark space between their faces like a morning star.

Denji turns away, stuffs his hands in his empty pockets, and decides he’ll swing by the convenience store after all.

By the time he gets back, Angel is gone.

Aki is once again sitting on the couch, staring at the blank TV screen with a stupid smile on his face, and Denji has to say something.

It turns out Aki can punch just as hard with one arm as with two.

After that, Denji pays closer attention. Without intending, he starts to notice the way Aki sometimes looks at him and Power—though he can’t focus long enough to figure out what those looks mean. They’re gentle and wistful in a way that makes Denji want to pull at Aki’s cheeks and mold a better expression.

He tries it once, but that puts Aki in a foul mood for hours so he doesn’t do it again.

Things get even more confusing on a night where they’re all sprawled out on the carpet. The movie Aki puts on is so boring it knocks Power out in minutes, her head pillowed in the crook of Denji’s arm. He starts drifting off soon after.

It happens as he’s on the verge of sleep. His mind is muddled to the world around him, but for a second, he imagines he feels Aki place an ear to his chest.

Denji is sure he dreamt it until he walks in on Aki in the same position over a napping Power, his cheek pressed to her collarbone and his brows furrowed in concentration.

Denji backs out of the room and thinks there’s something he’s missing here.

The next time Aki is in the kitchen, Denji tests a theory, loudly announcing that he’s going to take a nap before stretching out on the couch. He feigns sleep long enough to rethink his entire strategy—when he finally hears Aki pause his task and tread softly across the room.

Denji struggles to keep a straight face as Aki kneels beside the couch and lowers an ear to his chest, keeping it there much too long for someone trying not to get caught. Eventually, he heaves a great sigh and pulls away, returning to the kitchen like he’d never left.

So, yeah. There’s the whole listening to their heartbeats thing.

Another quirk to add onto the list of Aki behavior that Denji doesn’t understand but has to accept.

Aki is still Aki. He still shouts at them when they break things, still cooks their meals and tolerates their company—though, maybe tolerates isn’t the right word anymore.

Denji is flipping through the pages of a porno mag when one of the ads catches his eye. A smiling woman in a bikini holds up a machine with a handle on top and an open space in the middle. He thinks it might be some crazy sex thing, but he has Power read the description, and she tells him it’s for making a dessert called “shaved ice.”

Neither of them know what that is, but the ad makes it sound like the best thing ever—

“—and it can be ours for the low price of two-thousand yen!” Power shouts, smacking the magazine against his arm.

Denji tears out the ad and goes to pester Aki into buying it for them.

Aki bitches and moans about wasting money on useless shit, but after getting it out of his system, he puts down the laundry he was folding and snatches the page from Denji’s hand, dialing the number with a sour expression. He’s curt over the phone, reading off his credit card details like someone has a gun to his head. Denji wishes he could see the face of the unlucky salesperson on the other line.

“Denji.” Aki says, and Denji tilts his head before realizing he’s not being spoken to. Aki pauses, and then directs a puzzled frown his way. “Last name?”

Denji shrugs.

Aki blinks at him, the furrow between his brow smoothing as if in stunned realization. After a bizarre stretch of silence, he readjusts his hold on the handset and glances away, mumbling out, “Hayakawa. Hayakawa Denji.”

When he eventually hangs up, his gaze stays trained on the far wall like he’s lost in thought. Denji decides not to test his luck by sticking around, but Aki catches his wrist as he goes to leave.

“What?” Denji grumbles. “I said thank you, didn’t I?”

“You didn’t, actually,” Aki replies dryly, but there’s no real reproval in his tone. “That’s not—just hold on a minute.”

His faltering words give Denji pause. He shakes off Aki’s hand but stays put.

“Listen,” Aki begins, messing with the pile of clothes he’d left aside. He unfolds a shirt, holds it out, and then folds it again, all the while not meeting Denji’s eye. “If you or Power ever needed— If for some reason I wasn’t here...and you needed something for documents…”

“Why wouldn’t you be here?” Denji asks, and thinks of their work. “If you’re traveling we can call you.”

Aki turns to him then, something unreadable in his thousand-yard stare.

It’s like facing a door labeled, “do not open.”

Aki sighs and looks away. “Forget it.”

And Denji does forget—until a fews days later when a package arrives at their doorstep postmarked to one Hayakawa Denji.

Placing the box on the living room table, he studies the characters of his given name, covering and uncovering them with his palm. He’d never noticed how incomplete they looked without a surname to go before. The sight turns rusty gears in his head, almost like he’s on the verge of understanding an important truth.

Power bowls him over in her excitement before he comes to a conclusion.

They leave the setup to Aki, who confiscates the shaved ice maker and reads the instructions with the two of them hovering over his shoulder. It turns out to be very simple, just a matter of filling the upper compartment with ice and turning the lever. The machine wobbles below Aki’s hand, so Denji holds it steady, watching with fascination as snow-like flakes collect in the bowl underneath. The novelty wears off a little when he dips a finger in to taste and finds it flavorless like regular ice, but Aki bats his hand away and pulls out a bottle of blue liquid.

“Flavor syrup,” he says, scanning the label. “Hawaiian Blast—what’s that supposed to be?”

Whatever it is, it tastes delicious drizzled over the ice flakes, sweet and refreshing like no dessert Denji has ever had.

Power gobbles up the first serving faster than Aki can make more, and he’s unsympathetic to the excruciating brain freeze that earns her.

She flicks the lever and turns to Denji with a conspiratorial grin. “Think it would work with blood?”

“Great idea,” Aki says, chin in hand. “Why not make this perfectly innocent activity fucked up and evil?”

Power sticks her vibrant blue tongue out at him.

Denji hates getting cut open on principle, so he appeases her by mashing up strawberries with condensed milk into a gory looking topping they can all enjoy. Even Nyako gets to lick a drop off his finger.

Aki takes his first bite and gazes into his bowl like it’s a window into a far off time and place. “I haven’t had this since I was a kid.”

“Old man,” Denji snickers.

Power echoes him at double the volume, falling back and kicking her legs in the air. The motion disturbs Nyako, who clambers off her lap and settles at Aki’s feet

“Oh, shut it,” Aki says, but the hint of a smile softens his tone into fondness. He scratches at Nyako’s ear. “At least you’re on my side.”

Shaken by her cat’s betrayal, Power stammers out, “‘Tis only pity! Nyako feels nothing but pity for humans, just like her master!”

“Is that so?” Aki raises a brow and—to Power’s great dismay—makes a show of lifting Nyako into his lap. “Lucky us then.”

“Yeah,” Denji says, a brilliant grin working its way onto his face. “Lucky us.”

#chainsaw man #csm #denji chainsaw man #power chainsaw man #aki hayakawa #akiangel #peimou writings

[mikkomacko]

The Adventures of Harry and Penny

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This is a series of fluffy moments between Harry and his family, particularly during quarantine in California. I thought it'd be nice to have a fun little mini series going on in the chaoticness of our lives. I hope you enjoy!

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Their home in Los Angeles hasn't been lived in in quite some time. Of course it's still set up the way Harry designed and decorated it all those years ago when he was enjoying living on the coast. The mansion still housed him a few times out of the year, being his go to sanctuary when his first tour finished up. Of course he'd been itching to leave, only staying the few days he needed to in order to conclude the Live On Tour era before he was jetting off back to London to be with his wife and their newborn, so he didn't really clean up or take care of the house like he normally would've if he hadn't been in such a rush.

He didn't go back for awhile after that, choosing to hide out with his girls in their main home. Him and y/n had kept the pregnancy a secret, as well as the birth, so he couldn't exactly take the baby across the world with him whenever he was having some separation anxiety. For months he kept the trips to LA to a minimum, until they'd agreed it was time to share Penelope Styles with the world. The rush that hit them after announcing the baby also kept him out of LA, not wanting Penelope to be bombarded.

In fact, the first time she stayed in the house in America was for Fine Line Live at the Forum, but again it was a brief stay. Him and y/n wanted their daughter to have a stable home, to grow up as normally as possible with the last name that turns heads on every corner of the planet, so they'd gone back to England as soon as possible.

The second time Penelope's taken into the old home is completely unplanned and not exactly welcome. Harry just needed to visit for a few days, get some things regarding the new tour and promo settled, and he'd sworn all over his future grave that he'd be back home safe and sound just in time for the UK to go into quarantine. Luckily, y/n has a gift for sensing bad luck, and she ignored his arguing and grumbling as she packed a bag for Penelope and herself, leaving a key in the hideaway spot in case Gemma needed to come check on the house for them. "Don't know when we'll be back." She told Harry breezily, even though it pissed him off. Did she really not trust him?

She usually did, but he was glad she hadn't this time, otherwise he'd be holed up in their California home by himself while his girls were tucked away together in London. Glad as he was that y/n took matters into her own hands and hijacked his trip to LA, he still grimaces as he enters the plain old house, nose itching at the dust and eyes fighting to adjust to the darkness.

"Ew daddy," Penelope mumbles, turning her head into his shoulder to peek back at her mumma. Y/n pushes around Harry, her own nose twitching in the must, but she still starts pulling back curtains and tugging open windows.

"Don't worry petal," Harry promises, bouncing the almost two year old on his hip, "daddy will make it feel like home huh?"

Penelope looks at him apprehensively, watching her mumma move around to make the living room easy to live in while her daddy just stands there. "Don't think so."

Y/n giggles at that, making Harry scoff. He'll certainly do the best he can.

~

The coffee pot drips, the bedroom fan upstairs whirls, and Penny smacks on her oatmeal in Harry's ear as he attempts to video chat his mother. He's trying to be quite for the sake of his wife, wanting her to have a nice sleep in, but with the way the toddler in his lap is loudly chatting with her Nana, Harry has a feeling she'll be down any moment.

"So you're enjoying it then? Being in LA?" Anne asks, sipping out of her favorite tea mug. It's a little porcelain white one, molding into two black cat ears at the rim with whiskers and a pink nose painted on the side, leading to the tail shaped handle that has meow engraved on it. It was a Christmas gift y/n picked out back when they'd just started dating, and while Harry found it a bit tacky and insisted he wasn't putting it in the goody box they were gifting her, y/n snuck it in. Again, she knew better than him because his mum fell in love with it immediately.

"Yeah, weather's warmer here so we're having a blast in the backyard aren't we sweetheart?" He bounces his knee, catching Penelope's attention. Of course she's been listening to her daddy speak all along, and she doesn't hesitate to mumble her agreement.

"That's nice," Anne hums, "s'been a bit warm here lately too. Enjoy coming out to the garden with my babies."

Harry refrains from rolling his eyes, but not the amused curl of his lips. "They're cats mum, not babies."

She scoffs, mug clanking as she sets it on the outdoor table stationed in the garden she loves oh so much. One of the cats, a new one with deep orange fur leaps up onto her lap. "Oh hush Harry, you're hurting their feelings!"

"Rusty," Penelope calls, and the cats ears twitch. How his baby knows the name of this cat is beyond him but he assumes y/n must have told her after Anne undoubtedly tweeted about the little feline.

"That's right darling, you know Rusty." Anne coos encouragingly, and Penelope preens under the attention just like Rusty preens under Anne's scratching fingers.

"Mumma know Rusty," Penelope says like a matter of fact, wiggling around in Harry's lap so she's facing his chest. He fishes the dish towel off the counter, wiping her mouth clean. Huffing, he tosses it over his shoulder towards the laundry room, feeling guilty that y/n just managed to wash all the linen in the house and they've already dirtied it up. He'll just wash it himself, that way she can relax.

"Speaking of, where's my daughter?"

Harry still smiles at the name, proud of the reminder that his mother loves her so much, even though she's been called that long before the two we're even engaged. "Still sleeping. House was a bloody mess when we got here, kept this one busy-" he pats at Penelope's bum "while she managed to make it habitable."

Penelope lays her head on his bare chest, forehead nudging the cross necklace that rests in the light dusting of chest hair he's got growing. "Habible?" She huffs confused, and both Harry and Anne chuckle fondly.

"Means we can live here comfortably now, yeah?" He explains, peaking down at her. "Nice warm bed with clean blankets, lots of food, little play area for ya?"

"Oh," she nods.

"You really should take better care of that place Harry." Anne informs him, tone bordering on scolding. "At least send someone to keep up with it or rent it out. Does no good just sitting there."

"Just what I need, some stranger paying to stay in my house."

"You know what I mean." Anne replies breezily. "S'not nice to have your wife cleaning up after you two every minute of every day. She's only got one child you know, and it's the little one drooling on you."

Harry bites back his smirk. "What's that saying? A boyfriend's like a first child?"

Unimpressed, she sips her tea. "You're her husband, not her boyfriend."

"That just means I'm further down the line of boyfriend-ness therefore further down the line of childishness."

"Oh you're childish alright." Anne bites back, and he laughs. Despite his arguing and teasing, he knows she's right so he relents.

"I know mum, gonna take better care of the house. Never realized how unfit of a home it was untill it had to house my girls." Penelope perks up, reaching to cling to his neck.

"Can I wake mumma?"

Harry shakes his head, stroking her hair back. "We're letting mumma rest alright, today's you and me yeah? Can do whatever you'd like."

Pleased with being in charge of their activities today, she snuggles back into his neck. He swears she gets her clinginess from her mum, but he really knows it's all him. And he couldn't be prouder.

"What have we been doing to keep us busy?" Anne hums, and Harry wonders if she's just making conversation or wanting to take suggestions on how to pass the time. He frowns, thinking of her all by herself and he wishes he'd just listened to y/n so they could be holed up in Holmes Chapel.

Shaking the thought of her being lonely off, Harry mentally goes through the past few days. They'd rearranged Penelope's room, making it resemble her one at home, ordered some toys online as well decorations for her little area, went on lots of walks, raked the grass in the backyard so they could play in it, but what sticks out the most is how much they've eaten. He glances down at his baby, knowing they're both sporting pudgy bellies from all the fruit snacks and mini muffins they've been gobbling down.

"Ehh," Harry breathes, trying to think of something other than pigging out, "just trying to make the place feel as close to home as possible. Thinking of painting Penny's room."

He actually wasn't thinking that but he knows his mother's been looking for a sign to repaint her own bedroom and this could be it. And maybe he should paint Penelope's room. Her one back in London is a nice lavender color.

"That's wonderful! Maybe I should do mine too?" Harry smiles triumphantly, nodding.

"Now's a good time for it," he agrees, and Penelope turns back around his lap so she can finish the last couple cold bites of oatmeal.

"Alright then! Send pictures when your done and I'll do the same!"

"I'll probably catch it on Instagram before you can remember to send them to me."

~

"More flowers," Penelope orders softly, tapping her finger against the mask Harry's got stretched out under his left hand. "Please?" She adds after he side eyes her, and then he's grinning, happily drawing a floppy pink flower. Harry ordered her a reusable one a few days ago that'll make her look like she's got cat whiskers and a nose, but until it arrives she's stuck with the disposable one from the store.

"You could just put one of your bandanas around her." Y/n suggests from the kitchen, tightening the lid on Harry's water bottle before packing it into his bag.

"My own mumma!" Penelope sighs as if it's obsurd for her to share anything more than a bloodline with her father. DNA strand? That's fine. Bubble baths? Yes please. The king size bed upstairs? Most definitely. Harry's bandana? Way over the line.

Harry's lips curl in amusement but he shrugs at his wife. "It'll be too big on her little face anyway." He reasons, capping the marker and tossing it into the pencil box he'd brought down from the junk room.

Penelope knees her way into his lap, forcing him to push the chair back so she's not squished against the table. "Finished daddy? I can wear it now?" She asks, bouncing eagerly on his thighs. He nods, reaching around her to grab the mask off the table and present it to her. Squealing excitedly, she clambers down to the dining room floor, running around the counter to go show y/n.

"Mumma look! Look what daddy draws!"

Y/n gasps, crouching down to squish Penelope's face between her hands. "You look so beautiful Penny!" His daughter squeals happily making Harry's smug smirk grow. Pushing himself up from the dining table, he grabs the packed backpack off the counter, throwing it over both his shoulders.

"Ready to go darlings?"

Y/n nods, tying her own bandana around her neck before leading Penelope towards the front door, Harry trailing behind. "Want my treat people mumma."

"S'too hot for a hoodie sweetheart." Y/n declines, dropping to her knees to help Penelope put on her little Nike shoes. Penelope's little hands hold her mum's shoulders for balance, lips drooping to a frown as she pouts at Harry.

"Daddy's got his."

"Daddy's crazy love."

Harry scoffs, hooking his thumbs into the straps of the bag and now he's pouting too. "M'not crazy," he defends, "let her wear her jumper. If it gets too hot we'll just take it off." Penelope beams at him and he's off towards the coat closet before y/n can even respond. He pulls her little grey pullover off the hangar, jumping in shock when he turns around and she's standing behind him. Bouncing on her toes, she throws her arms up so Harry can slip the fabric over her head.

"Thanks daddy," she says politely, running her fingers over the embroidered letters that spell out 'Treat People With Kindess' while her other hand takes a hold of his pinky and ring finger. "Hike now?"

"Hike now." He nods, returning to the front door where y/n is waiting with pursed lips. Grinning, he presses a kiss to her cheek while reaching for the door knob. "She'll be fine. Not gonna let my lucky Penny get heat stroke." He tugs the door open, nudging y/n out first with a hand on her lower back. Penelope follows, tugging him along. He has enough time to close and lock the door before she's impatiently squeezing his fingers.

"You're being slow," she complains, and y/n giggles as she pulls Penelope's mask over her little nose, "I don't want to be payshun." Harry rolls his eyes, pulling his own bandana over his lower face, hiding the endeared smile that takes over his lips. He loves when Penelope slurs or mispronounces her words. Reminds him that she's still just a new human and he's the one that gets to teach her and raise her and love her.

"Alright, alright, we're going." He surrenders, taking y/n's hand in his free one. They're 'hike' is really just a walk a few blocks down so they can have a picnic overlooking the water, but he supposes for Penelope's little legs it's like hiking Mount Everest. He reminds himself of that when he has to pick her up and carry her for the second half of the walk because her legs are tiny and tired. He doesn't mind though. She's his little human. He'd carry her everywhere for the rest of her life if she let him, no questions asked. Because she's his lucky Penny.

~

Harry's tugging down his side of the bedsheets when it happens and it makes his heart leap into his throat, panic settling in it's place in his chest. Penelope's scream has him dropping the blankets, immediately taking off towards the bedroom door. She's just running out of her own bedroom when Harry steps into the hallway, dropping to pick her up when she blubbers his name.

"What happened moppet? Are ya hurt?"

She buries her head into his neck, jabbing a finger towards her bedroom. Y/n makes her presence known with a gentle hand on his back, easing his racing heart when she softly shushes Penelope. Harry walks to the doorway, leaning forward to peek his head inside. Penelope clings to him tighter, whimpering softly.

"By my bed daddy."

Not spotting any threats in her room, Harry relaxes as he looks towards her bed. The blankets are ruffled and thrown back, her stuffed kangaroo, Mikey laying on the pillow where he'd tucked it in next to her not too long ago.

"There's nothing there petal." Harry soothes, rubbing his fingers over her back. Y/n moves back her blankets, picks up her stuffies, pats down her pillows and nothing. Penelope peels herself away from him to look around, eyes red rimmed and watery. Y/n pats the last pillow, her hand barely smacking it before something is fluttering up from the fabric. Penelope screeches, face returning to his neck and fingers clawing at his shoulder.

"There!" She cries, squirming closer like she's desperately trying to disappear into Harry's chest. The moth flutters around the fairy lights above her bed, landing gracefully on the shelf of toys. "It flies!"

Refraining from giggling over how cute his lucky Penny is, Harry hands her over to y/n. She curls into her mom, grabbing Mikey from her hand and burying her face in his neck. "Alright, alright, I'll get it." Harry assures, climbing up on her bed. Cupping his hand, Harry closes his fingers around the bug, waiting for it's fluttering to tickle his palms before pulling them off the shelf and sealing his fingers together.

"Wanna see him Penny? Can show you he's not scary." Harry offers but that was the wrong thing to say because she cracks into hysterical cries. Y/n swats his arm, bouncing Penelope while he tugs open her bedroom window, releasing the moth into the night air and quickly shutting it again.

"The moth is gone Penny, daddy got rid of him." Y/n assures, prompting Penny to turn her teary eyes to Harry. He holds his hands up to show her it's gone, and while she relaxes a little bit, her eyes still flicker over her bedroom apprehensively. She whines something neither of them can understand, reaching out for Harry to hold her. He gladly takes her in his arms, rubbing her back while y/n shuts off the fairy lights.

"Wanna sleep with us tonight sweetheart?" Y/n offers. Penelope nods, laying her head on his shoulder and sniffling. He carries her to their bedroom, plopping her down right in the middle so she can be snuggled by her mum and dad tonight. Climbing under the blankets next to her, Harry wipes her wet cheeks and gives both her and Mikey a kiss on the nose. Y/n turns out the lights except for the little nightlight in the corner and then she crawls in next to them as well.

They're not even in bed for more than ten seconds before Penelope is laying her head on Harry's chest, stretching her feet out over y/n's tummy and murmuring, "can we watch Ariel?"

Y/n and Harry share a look, both of them reliving too many hours spent watching The Little Mermaid but Harry pulls the movie up anyway, kissing Penelope's head and reaching over to hold y/n's hand. He falls asleep to the sound of Penelope mumbling the words to all the songs, thinking that she one day might give him a run for his money with that voice of hers. Maybe they'll even write songs together. Until then, they've got many more adventures to come.

#The Adventures of Harry and Penny #harry styles #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #dad harry styles #quarantine #husband harry #daddy harry #dad harry

[shinsorokiri]

Cat Girls Are Ruining My Life

Shinsou and Todoroki HCs

Genre: Fluff | Crack

Warnings: Language, scratch wounds

A/N: I just busted these motherfuckers out bruh. And don’t worry about it at all Anon you weren’t disrespecting me! I really liked this idea, and boy oh BOY it would be cute. So cute. I hope you enjoy!

Shinsou Hitoshi | Mindjack

Oh bitch

Oh BITCH this is a dream

Pinch him

Wake him up

This is a dream

You’re a Big Cat 🥺

I can just see him literally going :o when he sees you for the first time

Has to fight the urge to pet you, deadass

You notice him right away because you can smell his cat on him

And you get excited because THERE’S A CAT IN THE DORMS

Of course your looks are deceiving though

You are basically a whole ass ninja

You’re super sneaky

It’s insane

Watching you fight is kind of mesmerizing, really

You’re ridiculously agile

And your sneak attacks could be lethal if you really wanted them to be

Honestly one of the very first times Shinsou saw just how terrifying you were was the sports festival

When it came to the wires above the canyons

You and Tsu just kind of looked at each other and shrugged

She did her thing

And you were just 

RUNNING YOU WERE RUNNING ON TOP OF THE LITTLE TIGHT ROPE THINGS

You didn’t even stumble

What kind of balance did you have

He soon learned you had the balance of a trained assassin

And because of your skill in combat

Aizawa decided you would be the perfect sparring partner for Shinsou

He also knows Shinsou, like himself, loves cats

So what better way than to distract him during his training with just your appearance

The first time y’all fight?

He is just pitiful

You take him out so fast

Kind of tragic for him

Aizawa makes him run 4 extra laps as punishment

This continues for weeks

But during this time the two of you get closer

And one day the two of you are somehow dating 

Wow

Crazy

Who would have thought

Because of this, the two of you are always together

And he has seen how your quirk also affects you as a person

You know how Tsu goes 😟 in the cold because she is a frog?

Well

If you cross in front of a sunny window

You HIT the floor

And most times you are unconscious after like five minutes

Shinsou absolutely does not purposely leave his curtains open because he finds it cute

He doesn’t know what you’re talking about

He also knows that when you get annoyed you do whatever the fuck you want

Like one time

Denki was being really annoying

And you were not having it

You were so over it

He had this bubble tea that he got from one of his favorite places

And he was so excited about it

But he said one wrong thing to you

And you just stared him dead in the eyes

And raised your hand next to it

Shinsou recorded it

“(Y/n)… what are you doing…?” “…” “(Y/n) don’t do it…” “…” (Y/n)… please don’t…”

You smacked it off of the table as hard as you could

And just walked away

Denki was very careful what he said to you afterwards

But he finds comfort in watching you do it to other people

And oh you do

But never to Shinsou

N e v e r  t o  S h i n s o u

Because Shinsou knows if he annoyed you so it will never get to that point

Wanna know how? 

Because he pays so much attention to you

That he can tell how you feel

Just by your ears

He’s noticed that your ears will twitch certain ways when you’re feeling different emotions

When you first met his cat your ears were straight up and your eyes were wide

At first he was worried something was wrong

But you just explained you were curious

After that he kept a secret journal with all your little ear placements and what they meant

One time you scared the shit out of Bakugou because he yelled and it startled you and you went fight or flight mode

Your ears went flat

Your eyes were scary

And you hissed 

You hissed at Bakugou

It actually caught him off guard

He yelled again because what the fuck

And this caused you to hiss again because what the FUCK can you be quieter blasty boi

It was hilarious lowkey

But that’s another thing Shinsou has noticed

You have really good hearing

And loud things… they are not your favorite

So he makes sure to always talk quietly and play music quietly

He even asked Hatsume to make some special earplugs that you can wear when you don’t want to hear random unwanted noises

But he does blasts Cat Girls are Ruining My Life by CORPSE sometimes

Just to see your reaction

The first time it happened 

You shriekeed and jumped into the air because when I say blast I mean BLAST

Of course he waited until you were wearing your earplugs

So it didn’t hurt your ears

It just caught you really off guard

He also recorded it

Much to your despair

He likes to pick on you because your little whines are one of his favorite things about you

And all of your little purrs and meows are like music to his ears

BUT

His absolute FAVORITE thing about you

Is how all he has to do is scratch your ears and you basically melt

He loves it

It makes for great cuddles

And when you’re all warm next to him

And he’s just scratching your ears and stroking your hair

Sometimes

You’ll knead his chest

Like your lil hands just start kneading him

And it’s subconscious a lot of the time

You just feel safe and happy 

And you do that

He loves it

He always smiles when that happens

Just knowing you feel that way around him makes him so happy

And you’re just so perfect to him

And wow

He really loves his cat girl

Todoroki Shouto | Shouto

Mans thought you were adorable from the get go

Of course he didn’t know it from the get go

But damn

You are a cutie!!!

And Uraraka knew that he was attracted from the MINUTE he saw you

Because he saw you

And his mouth opened a bit

And his eyes got bigger

And he turned a little red

Of course she said nothing like a good friend

But THEN

Came the day

The two of you were sparring the one time in class

And you were very much beating him

It’s not that it was odd that you were beating him

You’ve done it multiple times before

Even when he used his quirk

You were just too fast

Too nimble

Too quick

And the fighting style you use is very strong

He can never hear where you’re coming from and he can never guess how you’re about to strike

Except for this one time !

He heard the sound of your feet in the grass

And he was guessing you were about to jump and take him down

So he jumped to avoid whatever you were about too do

And he was right !!

You did indeed jump up to take him down with a kick !

But since he wasn’t there

Your momentum kind of

Pushed you more forward than you intended

And instead of hitting him

You just

You landed on top of him

It all happened too fast for him to move out of the way again

So

There you were

On top of him

And he went bright red

And accidentally caught the grass on FIRE

And then started stuttering because omg

Omg OMG you were ON TOP of him !!!

And when you looked up at him to apologize

Oh he was OUT

Why did you have to look so cute :(

“Sorry, Todoroki! I didn’t mean to fall into you.”

“I-It’s okay… um… y-yeah. You’re good. Just an accident is all…”

“Yeah… um… I would get off but… the grass is kind of… on fire.”

“WHAT?!”

He immediately iced the flames away

But after that

It was insanely obvious that he liked you

You made him even more awkward somehow

But you can’t say you didn’t return those feelings

Deku was constantly urging him to ask you out

Of course, he had to tell him what he was feeling for you before he did that

And Todoroki was shocked

So that’s why his heart starts beating faster every time you’re around him

Wild

It was painful watching him try to interact with you after that

Every time

He’s be like I’m gonna do it

I’m gonna ask her

Just watch me !!!

And then

He’d go up to you

And you would smile at him and say hi

And he would just FREEZE

Poor baby

But one day he had enough

“Are you sure she’ll say yes, Midoriya?”

“Todoroki I am nearly 100% positive she will agree to go on a date with you.”

“…only nearly 100% and not exactly 100%?”

Uraraka got mad and literally pushed him towards you

He got the hint and walked over to you

“Hi Todoroki! What’s u-”

“Would you like to go on a date with me? I will pay for everything I promise and there’s this nice cafe and I can-”

He started rambling 

Usually this man doesn’t speak

But you made him so nervous that he couldn’t seem to stop

Of course that is until you interrupted him

“I would love to, Todoroki! When? Tonight?” “Uhhh… yeah, yeah sure tonight.”

The first date of many

He quickly learned that you were actually a cat

Like yeah okay he knew you had a cat quirk

But oh my god

You are a cat

He finds that you’re absolutely drawn to his left side

Of course it’s because he’s warm

But he doesn’t get it until on time you were near the pool

Because Bakugou (being the gentleman he is) challenged you to a fight

And it wasn’t the warmest of days but you are no bitch

So you say yes

And somehow

You end up in the pool

You already aren’t the biggest fan of water

Topped with the fact that it’s FUCKING COLD 

You hop out of that shit

Like do you have a cat quirk or a dolphin quirk

And just bury yourself under Todoroki’s left arm

At first he’s like huh

And then he realizes OH

IT’S BECAUSE I’M WARM

Now he double loves when you attach to his left side

He’s also found out that you don’t like when he pays attention to you and then just stops

Usually you can control the sudden urge to go kick his homework before you do it

But one time he got on his laptop and completely stopped stroking your hair

Which he loves doing because you also purr when you’re happy and he thinks it’s adorable

And you deadass just sat on it

Without even thinking

“Uh… love?”

“Pay attention to meeeeee!”

Going back to the purring thing though

He loves it

He thinks it’s adorable in every way

But of course he’s learned not to

Do things you don’t like

He accidentally stepped on your tail one time

He went to class with claw marks and on his arms and Aizawa had to pull you two aside to make sure everything was okay

The aftermath of that incident was very amusing though

There’s a video of both of you screaming about who was more sorry to the other on Uraraka’s phone

All in all

He loves that you’re like a cat

Because he also just really likes spoiling you and taking care of you

And he’s really happy he’s with you :,)

#my hero academia x reader #shinsou x reader #todoroki x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #shinso x reader #shinso hitoshi x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #shinso #hitoshi shinso #todoroki #shouto todoroki #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[sanghyukstattoos]

The adventures of you, Huru and Zuho

Characters: Baek Zuho x Reader 

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2079

Summary: Working on your thesis was incredibly stressful but having your boyfriend and his cat around helped ease your anxiousness- especially the escapades Zuho and his cat went on. 

A / N: Heyy @jsnyoung, here is the fic you requested. This is so cute, my heart is ready to burst out of my chest! I know this isn't Huru in the gif but Zu’s actions made me select this one, such a cutie! Look at him just babying the cat (what's its name?) ~~ I want him to baby me in the same way lmaooo. Also, thank you for the request ^.^

The first time you ever searched up, '' Is it scary to write a thesis '' was in your first year and you were met with results like '' intimidating '', '' daunting '' and '' a scary process '' . It gave you deep- seated anxiety however, the world was kind and there were also results such as, '' Habits to break when writing your thesis '' and '' quick tips ''. Even though culminating years of research, notes and structural organization was mean- looking, it was a challenge that the internet said would be fun. Your advisers asked you to keep an open mind since many students would eventually end up pursuing a thesis topic that was different to that piqued their curiosity when they first joined the program.  

Today, you were way past that stage and looking back, you reflected on your program and why exactly you selected it. You strived to seek knowledge, in the classroom and attempting to apply it in real-life as well. At times, you found it difficult to motivate yourself to write but felt better upon realising your passion for your subject. Sometimes, thinking about your thesis made you recall the long nights you would spend editing the same phrases resulting in sore fingers the next morning. However, it was that same productivity that made you even more dedicated to your research. It allowed you to carry on knowing that you were working harder than ever by filling up the spaces as fast your fingers could carry your thoughts. 

As far as you knew, the research on your subject was beautiful but you couldn't find the information you needed. No matter how many 50-page publications you read, very few contained what you needed which frustrated you. It was this same frustration that contributed to your start of conducting interviews and research. Once you thought about it, the idea sounded fabulous making you content that you would be producing research that would contribute to your field. Today, you were going to interview the second participant in your research for your thesis. The pandemic had inhibited face-to-face meetings so sitting at your table at home in front of your laptop, you hurriedly bounced your leg. There was a good couple of minutes before your interview but you couldn't help but repeatedly glance at the time at the bottom left of your screen. 

Shifting your window to dual-screen, one held the interview format including questions but you also held a hard copy which rested on table. Looking up, the movement of kids outside caught your eyes and momentarily, your focus. They looked quite carefree and you could hear their high- pitched laughs and giggles which brought a smile to your face as you watched the birds swiftly breeze across the sky while life carried on animatedly. A sudden yawn caused you to cover your face and running your hands through your hair, you acknowledged how tired you were. Rubbing your eyes, you continued to ponder over the oncoming interview, shaking your leg in the process. '' Nervous babe? '' questioned Zuho who was leaning against the door that was now slightly ajar.  

Surprised, you wheeled around to face him and nodded replying, '' Yea, I don't know how it's going to play out and I think I'm just nervous about doing it online. In real-life it’s terrifying as it is but on a call, things can get awkward real quick ''. Walking towards you, you both laughed recalling the very interesting video calls in each of your lives. You snuggled into his embrace when he bent down to wrap his arms around you. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he smiled asking once again, '' By the way, did your teacher reply to that editing you did of your previous questions? ''. A lightbulb went off in your head, frowning at the thought of not getting a reply back from your professor especially since you knew that they were free. "Nope, he aired me again’’, I'll send it to him again, you thought, determined to get a response. 

Chuckling, you held his arms as you breathed a sigh from the stress you were currently facing. Hearing the heaviness in your sigh, Zuho said, '' I think you'll be fine because of the amount of hard work I've seen you put into this thesis. Since the first day I met you, I saw how unwavering you were to aim for the best so trust me when I say that you'll be okay ''. Hearing his words immediately made you feel grateful for his presence in your life. He had a tendency to be quite optimistic at times which helped you lift your mood and enjoy the smaller things. Your eyes shining, you met his eyes replying, '' Thank you, thank you a lot. Sometimes, I'm able to pull through because of you so I will trust your words. '' with a smile to your tone. 

'' You have around, 10 minutes from now. Are you prepared? '' He asked despite knowing that you had memorised everything on the page, even the empty spaces. Shaking your head, you replied, '' Yup, definitely, everything '' extending your arms at the last word. His hands left you and as you moved to stand up, stretching your limbs. Folding in half, your arm met the tip of your toes and you quickly moved to face Zuho. Asking, '' Zu? He hummed in inquiry as a response, feeling surprised when you went to wrap your arms around him. Mirroring your actions, the two of you rested in each other's embrace until you decided to dance. He had no choice but to move along with you and you both cracked up at your silliness. 

Midway move, you felt something tickling your feet causing you to jump in his arms. Eyes wide, you looked at Zu who was looking around for what caused you to get scared. '' Ahh '' he said, picking up Huru and holding her against his chest. Relief flooded your features as you went to pet Huru saying, '' Such a pretty baby, you scared me '' holding a hand against your chest. Wiggling your toes, you felt disgusted at the thought of something other than Huru, furry and touching your feet. You admired the two of them as Zuho cuddled Huru in his arms and peppered kisses to her face. Gently patting her head, he handed her to you in turn watching how she snuggled into your chest. Initially, she had turned a cold shoulder to you but over time you were able to get her to like you. 

That struggle was something Zuho would never let you live down, like the true romantic he was. Breaking out of your thoughts as you remembered the interview, you quickly turned back to check the time. Your eyes widened as you noticed that you only had a couple of minutes before the interview could start. Peeking from behind you, Zuho spoke as he noticed the time, ‘’You should probably get started you know’’ with a matter- of fact tone and a smile tugging at his lips. ‘’Yea, I should plus I’ll probably finish right around lunch time so I’ll tell you so we can eat together’’ you said, playfully hitting his arm. Clutching the spot where you hit him, he looked at you with sad, shiny eyes to which you lightly laughed at. Bringing him closer by his arm, you pecked him on the lips, the taste lingering on your own.

‘’All the best baby’’ he said, sharing a kiss with you. It was gentle and slow as his fingers threaded through your hair, easing whatever nervousness you had previously felt. Reassuring you, you broke the kiss whispering a soft ‘’thank you’’. Letting Huru down, his fingers found yours and walking towards the door, they slowly left your grasp as you smiled at one another. You watched as the door was left a little bit open, not minding it since you could quickly exit the room once your interview was over. Sitting back down, you ran your fingers through your hair thinking, I got this, what’s the worst that could happen?. Looking around, you found your hard copy of the questions, keeping it as close to you as possible for safe keeping. Once, the interview had begun, all your thoughts flew out of the window because you had expected the worst but you could tell that the worst wouldn’t come. 

Less than halfway through the interview, you saw Huru push through the small gap of the door in the reflection of your screen and enter the room, causing the door to be left half open as Huru nonchalantly strolled through the room, making her way to you. Momentarily losing your focus, you returned to the video call as you thought about how you were going to prevent Huru from taking over the interview. You kept an eye out for the adorable feline as she jumped on the drawers and scratched her paws against the curtains. You came to do this? you thought and it was almost as if she heard you, she replied with the prettiest meow you had ever heard which you could only assume meant yes. Your interviewee paused at the sound of a cat but was forced to resume when you continued your questions. 

With Huru rolling on the table, Zuho peeked into the room a couple of moments later. Having a nice conversation with your interviewee, he saw Huru just rolling on your table. Slightly panicked that Huru would ruin your interview, he tiptoed into the room with arms outstretched towards Huru. Seeing a moving figure in the reflection of your screen, you held back a laugh hoping the interviewee wasn’t seeing this. Even Huru noticed his presence but the closer he got, the farther she stepped away. Mouthing ‘’Huru’’, he tried to grab her but she jumped from the drawers, running across the floor like a maniac. Hearing him sigh, you internally combusted in laughter keeping a straight face knowing that the more he tried, the faster Huru would run. Letting out a minor puff of air, you laughed at the thought of what the interviewee would think if they saw your boyfriend chasing your cat across the room. 

This went on for a few moments before Zuho finally captured her, holding her tight in his embrace. He rubbed her belly, soothing her and meeting your eyes in the reflection of the screen, he mouthed a ‘’sorry’ before exiting the room and closing the door completely. Towards the end of the interview, it looked as if the interviewee wanted to bring up the topic of your cat but decided not too. Ending the call, you leaned back into your seat, taking a deep breath relishing in the fact that your interview was over. Culminating the generous amount of information that you were provided with, your eyes skimmed over the sheet, debating whether to complete your work now or come back to it later. Appreciating the generous amount of time you had to confer with your professor, you got up and stretched. Groaning, you felt your limbs ache as the stress of writing your thesis found its way back to you. 

You walked out of the room and found Zuho and Huru sitting on the sofa, curled up against one another. Smiling, their heads turned as they noticed your presence. As you walked towards them, Zuho returned your smile extending his arm for you to sit on the sofa. You took a seat next to Zu, leaning your head on his shoulder. ‘’I hope Huru didn’t mess up your interview’’ Zuho said with concern in his tone. With his arm wrapped around you, your head laid on his chest as you spoke, ‘’It’s okay. Surprisingly, they didn’t notice Huru’’ laughing at the last part. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, ‘’They didn’t? Maybe they did but they didn’t say anything’’. ‘’That’s true, I struggled to hold in my laughter when you were trying to catch Huru’’ you said, causing the both of you to crack up in laughter.

‘‘She wouldn’t come at all you know plus I didn’t want to enter the frame. at that moment I had no idea what to do’‘ he animatedly replied. Giggling, you felt your hunger growing in your stomach and looking up at him you said, ‘It’s over now. Let’s go get something to eat’’. ‘’Yay, let's go, I’m hungry’’ he replied and letting Huru go, the two of you stood up and walked to the kitchen, chatting about the coming days. 

#sf9 #sf9 au #sf9 imagines #sf9 scenarios #sf9 zuho #sf9 zuho x reader #zuho x reader #baek zuho #sf9 fluff #zuho fluff #sensational feeling 9 #sf9 huru #sf9 x reader #sf9 writings

[maria-scribbles]

glitter + crimson (let’s start a riot)//part four

summary: carmen actually steps foot inside her own house after discovering her daughter isn’t the only teenager living there. the hurricane hurtling toward the island matches the tempest in sailor’s heart as she finally gets some long-overdue words off her chest that her mom isn’t very happy to hear and two friends inch closer and closer to crossing that metaphorical line.

word count: 6.6k+ (oops, i did it again 😅)

ship: jj maybank x oc (sailor flynn)

warnings n stuff: mentions of abuse/neglect, gambling addiction, child abandonment, being kicked out of home, fluff, swearing, underage drinking, flirting, having shitty dads, mentions of weed, star wars, and sailor’s unhealthy addiction to nutella, mention and direct quote of the percy jackson and the olympians series (again), subtle nod to new girl (i love seeing how many references i can make lmao)

a/n: first off, i just want to thank each and every one of you for your likes, reblogs, and especially your wonderful comments! they mean to world to me, seriously ❤ now, here comes the dramaaaaa! we get to dive into sailor’s complicated, turbulent relationship with her mother (sailor, like john b, has a very big, very real fear of being abandoned by people she loves because of her dad) before heading toward the canon timeline of the show. the quote about the sea near the beginning is from jaques cousteau, legendary french naval officer, marine explorer and filmmaker who co-created the aqua-lung and paved the way for modern scuba diving. he also pioneered marine conservation and discovered the wreck of the hmhs britannic, sister ship of the rms titanic! so overall, he was a pretty cool dude and i feel that he’d be a personal hero to ocean-loving sailor (maybe even kiara as well, considering her love of the environment/conservation).

unbetaed as usual so all mistakes are my b.

gif credit to @toesure (who has the most beautiful gifs, ngl)

~Masterlist~

part four: high tide

The sun’s just peeking its rays over the horizon, painting the deep blue sky the softest shades of pink and orange. Calm, steady waves lap against the shore and over Sailor’s bare feet as she stands alone on an empty and desolate beach, the only signs of life coming from the seagulls squawking overhead. The air is thick and sticky with early morning humidity, the type that makes it hard to breathe and frizzes the hell out of her wavy hair, and she can already feel moisture starting to collect on her skin.

Why’s she here again? She can’t remember a reason and come to think of it, she can’t remember exactly how she got here, either. Did she drive? She turns her back to the ocean and its entrancing pull to look for her truck but finds the surf shop is the only thing she can see clearly, the world surrounding it blurred in an incomprehensible mess of color; the sight should’ve caused anxiety to take root in her chest but somehow she finds herself unbothered, relaxed. Somehow, she feels at home.

“The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.”

Sailor’s head snaps to the left at the sound of a painfully familiar voice. A tall, redheaded man now stands in what was only a few seconds ago an empty space, smiling out over the water with the brilliant colors of the sky reflecting in his green eyes.

“Dad?”

Ryan doesn’t seem to hear the incredulous tone in her voice or even the fact that she spoke at all as he turns to face her and asks a question of his own, “It’s true, don’t you think?”

Of course she does. The sea has had her under its captivating, magnetic spell ever since she first laid eyes on it when she was a toddler, a baby, even. Her parents always said she wanted to spend every waking moment at the beach, combing the sand for shells and staring out at the water, imagining what new discoveries were waiting for her in its depths. Her mouth moves on it’s own as she replies, “You know I do.”

It’s not what she wants to say at all. She wants so badly to yell at him, let out her frustrations and hurt and pain ‘how dare you leave us’ ‘what did I do wrong’ ‘why haven’t you come back yet’ but finds that she can’t form the words. It’s like she’s watching a video, or maybe reliving a memory -oh. It feels like a memory because it is one, she recognizes with a start, of the week before he took off and abandoned them for the very first time, leaving behind a gaping, bleeding wound that neither Sailor nor her mother ever managed to properly stitch back together.

Ryan’s smile widens. “Always got your eyes on the horizon, Starfish. Just like your old man.”

Her heart clenches at the old, familiar nickname that she hasn’t heard in years, like she’s looking at a favorite pair of childhood shoes or an old t-shirt from a family vacation long past and realizing she doesn’t fit in them anymore, that she’s moved on, and surprisingly, it doesn’t sting as much as she thought it would.

“Come on,” Her father says and when he reaches out to her, Sailor finds herself reaching back with a much smaller, eight-year old sized hand that’s swallowed by Ryan’s larger, calloused palm. “Think you can go fifteen feet today?”

“Fifteen? I’m gonna go twenty!” She declares confidently in her most grown-up voice, giggling when her dad beams and hoists her little body up into his arms, the stubble on his face tickling her skin as he plants a kiss on her cheek.

“That’s my girl.”

He runs into the surf, tossing a laughing Sailor into the ocean when it’s waist deep before they wade out, further and further until the sandy floor drops away from their feet and they’re left treading water.

“Ready, Starfish?”

“Ready!”

The sun breaks over the horizon and casts its golden light on the pair, turning their hair an identical shade of fiery red just as they dive below. She has to work harder to keep up with her father’s longer strokes but she does it and reaches the bottom the same time he does; he smiles widely and reaches out to quickly cup her cheek, pride shining clearly in his eyes and she beams back before turning away to scan the floor for any worthy shells. Finding a knobbed whelk a few feet away, she swims over to grab it before pushing off toward the surface, Ryan following close behind. The sun becomes brighter and brighter the closer she gets and just when her head breaks through the waves-

Sailor wakes.

The early morning sun shines across her eyes through the curtains as she stares up at the surfboard above her bed, the very shelf were the whelk from that day still sits, proudly displayed with her other finds. Yawning, she runs her hands over her face and blinks away the last threads of sleep still clinging to her lashes, along with the memory of her dream. Moments like that with her father were rare. Ryan was a blast to be around when he was happy doing something he wanted to do, like diving for shells, hitting up the bowling alley for a few games, or taking his old, beat up boat out into the marsh to fish for hours on end (never something mundane as doing the dishes or folding the laundry, no, those were children’s jobs and being an only kid, those responsibilities fell to Sailor.). Moments like that were when she felt that -naively, foolishly- her dad was actually proud of her, that he wasn’t horribly inconvenienced by her having the audacity to be his daughter, to be born, that maybe he loved her as much as she loved him.

Cold from a sudden shiver that runs through her body, she rolls onto her side to seek out the best human space heater she knows but her arm only finds empty sheets lacking warmth, her hand reaching for someone who’s no longer there. She frowns and sits up, fingers automatically running through her sleep mussed waves in a semi-futile attempt to fix them into something less resembling a bird’s nest. A quick check of the phone she doesn’t remember plugging in to charge reveals its just before 7 in the morning and her confusion over her missing bedmate only grows; JJ’s rarely ever conscious before 9 AM at the absolute earliest and almost never by his own volition unless surfing’s involved. Even Binx is gone from his usual spot at the end of the bed, leaving her truly alone in the tiny room.

On the floor alongside his boots, the backpack she never noticed him having yesterday is still where he dropped it with its zipper open wide, while his phone rests next to hers on the bedside table and Sailor feels an almost embarrassing wave of relief wash over her knowing he’s still here, that he didn’t just up and disappear in the middle of the night, that he stayed (of all the times he’s come to her before, only once did he leave before dawn and, after she’d frantically tracked him down at John B’s place, tears in her eyes and streaming down her face at the thought of him returning to the lion’s den that he called home, he held her close and promised to never do it again.). She pulls herself out of bed and crosses the room to pull on a random hoodie from the closet before pocketing her phone and padding into the hall, the wooden floor cool under her bare feet.

A demanding meow comes from the kitchen followed immediately by a vexed, “Binx, my dude. For the last time, you can’t have this.” JJ’s bright laugh echoes throughout the room when Binx meows again, this one more insistent than the last and the redhead smiles, quietly shuffling forward to lean against the wall. He doesn’t notice, instead holding a finger to his lips as he shushes the cat sitting on the counter beside him, then turns back to whatever he’s doing. “Be quiet, dumbass! You don’t wanna wake your mom up, do you?”

“I don’t know, sounds to me like he might need my help.”

He startles at her teasing voice, nearly dropping the butter knife in his hand as she steps forward and scoops Binx into her arms, pressing a kiss to his fuzzy cheek. “Is mean old J not feeding you, Binxy? That just won’t do!”

He rolls his eyes but the grin tugging the corners of his mouth upward betrays his amusement as he says sarcastically, “Yeah, I’m the bad guy for not giving the brat Nutella. Great.”

With a laugh, Sailor gives the cat another loving scratch behind the ears before gently setting him on the floor and hoisting herself onto the counter beside JJ, her legs swinging back and forth and lightly brushing against his side. “So...you’re up early.” She says, watching him scrape the last bit of Nutella out of the jar and smear it on some toast, another piece already made on the plate at his elbow.

“Yeah, I woke up and couldn’t go back to bed.” He shrugs, tossing the knife in the sink and the empty container into the trash; her stomach does a little flip when he brings his hand to his mouth and licks away the chocolate left behind on his thumb, then continues, “Sorry if I woke you up. I tried to be quiet but that shithead over there wouldn’t shut up.”

He nods his chin in the direction of a lounging Binx, stretched out on the back of the couch in the sun and she shakes her head. “Don’t worry, you didn’t. I-” She shrugs, too, and meets his blue-eyed gaze. “I guess I couldn’t sleep, either.”

“Bad dream?” JJ asks, holding the plate of toast out to her and she takes a piece with a grateful smile as she replies, “I’d call it more of a bittersweet memory.”

They both fall into a comfortable silence while they eat until he suddenly asks another question around a mouthful of breakfast, “About your dad?”

Sailor freezes mid-chew, her father’s green eyes flicking away from her best friend’s face toward the floor as she swallows thickly, her free hand anxiously clenching the fabric of her shorts. After a long, pregnant pause in which they finish their food and he puts the dirty plate in the sink, she finally says softly, “I’m sorry.”

“Huh?”

She apologizes again, staring down at the floor and swinging her legs back and forth, her bare feet hitting the cabinet with dull thuds.

“For what?” His brow furrows in confusion while he takes a step forward to stand between her legs, one hand reaching to hook a finger under her chin and lift her head so he can look her in the eye, the other resting on her knee. “Seriously, help me out here ‘cause I’m confused as fuck.”

“Because I feel guilty, okay?” She starts, eyelids briefly closing as she takes a deep breath before snapping open again and continuing before he can interrupt, “Here I am, getting upset over a stupid dream I had about my gambling addict dad that ditched me when your dad does that,” -she points to his bruised ribs- “and this,” -her palm rests on his cheek, thumb skimming over his scabbed lip- “and God, I just-”

“Whoa, hold up there, Sail.” JJ cuts her off, his free hand joining the other in cupping her face, “Just because your dad never hit you doesn’t mean you don’t have something to be pissed about. He abandoned you, stole your mom’s money, and made you feel like shit! You have a right to be mad as fuck about it.”

“But-”

“But nothing! We’re not having a fucking competition about who has the shittiest dad,” -He smirks devilishly, brushing a wayward red curl off her forehead- “because they both suck major dick. End of story.”

In spite of herself, Sailor snickers as she winds her arms around his neck and pulls him close, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder while his own arms slide around her waist. “We should start a club.” She jokes lightly and feels his snort of laughter against her ear in response.

“‘Shitty Dad Society,’” He declares proudly, “I call being president.”

“Well, I’m your VP! Binx’s our secretary- shit, I’ll be treasurer, too ‘cause I don’t trust you with any type of financial situation at all.”

He laughs again, hand tightening its grip on her waist and she smiles into his neck as he says, “That’s fair. We should make shirts.”

They settle into another comfortable silence after that, both more than happy to relax in the other’s arms and just be. It’s one of her favorite things about..whatever they are, the ease, the contentment, the familiarity felt when they’re together are sentiments she never, ever wants to lose and a thought, an exciting, dangerous thought pops into her head: what if he never has to leave?

“Come live with me.”

“...what?”

Oh, fuck, she just said that out loud, didn’t she? Brain, enter panic mode. The redhead abruptly pulls out of his embrace and buries her already blushing face into shaking hands, closing her eyes tight for good measure, stammering between her fingers, “Nothing, nothing! I said nothing!”

“Pretty sure you said something,” His hands encircle her wrists and gently pull them down to her lap. “And it wasn’t ‘nothing.’”

She stares down at their entwined fingers resting on her thighs, the backs of his hands deliriously warm against her exposed skin and grounding her to this (scary, exciting, vulnerable) moment, and blurts out in a rush, “I said, come live here. With me.”

JJ doesn’t speak, but the way his hands almost imperceptibly tighten their hold on hers -she would’ve missed it if she hadn’t already been looking- compels her to raise her head and meet his eyes; the indescribable depth of the ocean is behind his gaze, as well as the barest hint of pure, brazen hope, and it says everything his mouth won’t.

“Remember yesterday, when you said you don’t know how much more you can take?” She asks. At his tight nod, she weaves her fingers even more intricately with his and admits softly, “Well, I’m not sure how much more I can take, either.”

Sailor’s eyes sweep over the cuts on his face with all the gentleness of a lover, his lip first, followed by the one on his cheekbone before meeting his again. “I can’t...I can’t see you hurt like this anymore.”

Blue stares into green for an insurmountable stretch of time, long enough that she starts to think that she should’ve just kept her big mouth shut, until he finally whispers, “Seriously?”

“J, I’ve never been more serious about something in my entire life. I can’t let him do this to you anymore.” She finishes with a shrug, “My mom’s never here, anyway. It’d be, uh, really nice to not be alone all the time ‘cause as much as I love him, Binx doesn’t count.”

His eyes become stormy at that casual admission of loneliness for just a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment before brightening into their natural blue, the same color of the sky on a clear day as he says simply, “Okay.”

“Seriously?” It’s her turn to ask it now and the smile that breaks over her face when he nods is one of unabashed relief; without thinking, she leans closer and presses her forehead to his. “Good.”

He smiles, too, and briefly lets his eyes fall shut at the contact as he jokes, “Just so you know, Flynn, I’m probably not gonna be the best roommate.”

“Please,” She giggles, freeing one of her hands to playfully push at his shoulder, “I live with the most spoiled, demanding cat in the world. I think I can handle you, Maybank.”

The teasing smirk on his face makes her heart beat a little faster. “We’ll see about that.”

Sailor decides to pretend she didn’t hear his loaded comment (she’s not quite ready to open up that particular can of worms just yet), instead pulling her phone from her hoodie pocket to check the time. “Alright, here’s the deal: in one,” -she glances at the time again because holy shit does she have the short-term memory of a fucking chimp- “two hours, we’re going shopping and, hey, don’t give me that look!” She laughs at the pained expression that crosses his face, “If you’re gonna live here, get ready to put in the work.”

JJ offers her a lazy salute with his free hand and she rolls her eyes, trying her best to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as he says coyly (again, damn him!), “Yes, ma’am.”

“Until then, though,” The redhead continues, hopping off the counter to grab his hand and starts pulling him toward the hall to her room, “We have a book to read and you have some Greek to mispronounce.”

“Fuck, you’re bossy.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”

-

It goes like this: for nearly three weeks, life for the pair is pretty damn good. The summer days pass the same as they had been, either spent lazing around with the rest of the pogues or working their variety of jobs -Sailor at the ice cream parlor, along with her weekly shell dives and the beginner surf classes she teaches for The Sandbar, JJ at the country club and doing whatever odd jobs he can find around the island- as June slowly bleeds into July. They find themselves doing everything together: shopping, cooking dinner, sharing her tiny room, and it’s so painfully domestic, so natural and so right that it hurts to wrap her head around it.

If their friends notice, none of them comment on it, even though she sees the looks sent their way whenever they both hop out of Sailor’s truck together (most are curtesy of eagle-eyed Kiara, but Pope and even the ever oblivious John B raise their eyebrows a few times). At night they continue to read through the Percy Jackson series, taking turns reading aloud each evening and for a short, blissful time, they let go of the burdens weighing heavy on their shoulders. For a while, everything is close to perfect.

Typically, predictably, it doesn’t last and when shit finally hits the fan, it happens in epic fashion because nothing is ever easy when they’re involved.

It happens a few days after the Fourth of July. It’s late-afternoon, Hurricane Agatha brewing off the coast causing the clouds to streak faster through the sky and, with the rest of their friends working or otherwise occupied, the two teenagers decide to spend a day lounging at home, getting in a few more chapters of The Battle of the Labyrinth and drinking the beer left over from a night of partying at John B’s house.

“’Jumping out a window five hundred feet above ground is not usually my idea of fun,’“ Sailor reads as she relaxes on the couch, book in one hand and can of PBR in the other, the wind blowing in through the open window ruffling her hair, “‘Especially when I’m wearing bronze wings and flapping my arms like a duck.’“

“I’ll drink to that,” JJ says, briefly lifting his head from her lap to chug the rest of his beer before settling back down, feet propped up on the couch’s arm. They’re both a little buzzed, having lost count of how many drinks they’ve downed but she’s had enough to make her start giggling at his comment as she struggles to keep reading while Binx, fed up with the noise, jumps down from his spot behind her and slinks down the hall to find some peace and quiet.

“Damn you, stop it!” She laughs harder as he pulls a ridiculous face at her pronunciation of Daedalus, then shoots her an impish grin and she responds by ‘accidentally’ dropping the paperback on his face. Both are so caught up in hysterics that they don’t notice the sound of a car pulling into the driveway or a key unlocking the front door.

“Sailor!”

The girl freezes at her name, green eyes widening at the sharp tone of her mother’s voice. Slowly, she turns her head to look over her shoulder where she stands, arms crossed, and she’s so shocked Carmen’s actually looking her in the eye that nothing comes out of her open mouth but an oh so eloquent “huh?”

“What the hell is going on here?” The older woman demands, moving around the couch before either teenager can react, and her eyes narrow when she catches sight of JJ’s head on her daughter’s thigh and the empty beer cans on the end table. “Are you two drunk? Get up, now.”

He hastily does as she asks, eyes downcast to the floor and shaking hands clenched at his sides; ignoring her mother’s glare, Sailor deliberately reaches over and rests one palm on top of his as she says tightly, “Nice to see you home for once, I’m surprised you remembered where it is.”

It’s a low blow and she knows it but she can’t find it in her fuzzy, alcohol-numbed brain to care when Carmen reels back like she’s been slapped before she seems to compose herself, mouth pressing into a thin line. “Sailor Giselle, don’t you dare talk to your mother like that!”

The redhead feels something inside her snap and she glares up at the only parent she has left, all but spitting her next words, “Then start acting like my mother! This is the first time I’ve seen you here in four months!”

“I had to come home after Rachel told me you were shacking up with some boy! Do you have any idea-”

“Rachel?!” Sailor explodes at the mention of their obnoxiously invasive old biddy of a neighbor whose sole mission in life is knowing everyone’s business, “God, that hag just can’t keep her nose out of anything can she?”

Carmen crosses her arms once again and glowers at her daughter. “You know how hard it is for me to be in here, Sailor. I asked her to keep an eye on you for me and I’m glad I did.”

The teenager stares at her in disbelief before barking a loud, humorless laugh. “Let me get this straight: you asked our neighbor to spy on me so you didn’t have to come home...so you didn’t have to actually put in some effort?” Carmen opens her mouth to defend herself but before any words can come out, Sailor continues, throwing her free hand in the air, “You’ve got to be shitting me.”

“This is my house!” Her mother thunders, not noticing the way the silent blond boy flinches at her yell and how her daughter tightens her grip on his hand. “This is my house and I can do whatever I damn well please, including having someone look out for you when I can’t.”

“When you won’t, you mean.” She scoffs, shaking her head in thinly-veiled disgust, “I’m doing just fine on my own, no thanks to you, Mom.”

“Does ‘doing just fine’ mean living alone with this kid?” Carmen spits and when she glances at JJ like he’s gum on the bottom of her shoe, Sailor’s finally had enough and takes a step toward the older woman with a furious glare.

“Will you just let that go? God! He’s my best friend and he needed somewhere to stay, that’s it!”

“I don’t care.” Turning to JJ, she demands coldly, “Go pack your shit and get out.”

“No.” Green eyes hardening into chips of emerald, the redhead grabs his other hand as he goes to leave the room and steps in front of him protectively. “He’s not going anywhere.”

Carmen pinches the bridge of her nose, her voice low as she threatens, “I swear to God, Sailor, either he leaves or I’ll make him leave.”

When she feels his whole body go rigid behind her, she knows her mom’s won this particular battle and before she can even turn to face him he’s disappeared down the hall to her room without a word. Sailor whirls to face her like the wind outside, red hair flying over her shoulder like a whip as she seethes, “How dare you.”

The older woman sighs like she’s the one hurting and crosses to the window before closing it with a firm hand. “Drop it, I’m done arguing.”

“I care about him, Mom, you can’t just kick him out!”

“I said drop it! I don’t give a shit how you feel about him, I’m not having your homeless boyfriend mooching-”

“Jesus Christ -his dad beats the shit out of him!”

The words ring out like a bell, loud and clear and impossible to ignore. Carmen freezes in the middle of picking up a discarded can, tan skin turning pale as she stares, mouth slightly agape, at her daughter; the girl stares back unflinching, and despite her heart’s rapid staccato in her chest, her next words cut like a knife.

“He’s not homeless, okay? But his dad hits him, all the damn time. You’re not gonna stand by and let that happen, are you?”

Her mother’s eyes soften -for a fleeting moment, she looks like her old, caring self again- before they harden to steel, the open expression on her face slamming closed with all the force of a screen door in a hurricane.

“I’m sorry -really, I am- but that’s not my problem.”

Sailor flinches at the icy edge in her voice and looks down at the floor, jaw clenched tight as she tries to blink away the sudden burning behind her eyes. “I...I don’t know you anymore. My mother would never say that.”

She hears Carmen heave another deep sigh as her footsteps slowly head toward the front entry, “You and I have a lot to talk about when I get back from work, Sailor.” She says, followed by the snatching of keys and the door handle turning. “And that boy had better be gone when I do.”

The redhead looks up from her feet, watching the door slam behind her mother’s retreating form before hastily making her way down the hall to her room and like that morning, the wave of relief that she feels when she sees JJ still sitting on her bed, realizing he’s still here, is downright embarrassing but she’s well past the point of caring. In a flash, Sailor’s in his arms, face pressed against his neck as she cries, “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.”

“Sail, you’ve gotta stop apologizing for things you can’t control.” He whispers when she eventually falls silent and she can’t stop the rough laughter bubbling in her chest, even as her whole world feels like it’s falling apart around her.

“Sorry.”

His own laugh is short and low in her ear, and then he’s pulling her closer as his hand draws soothing circles on her back. She lets herself relax for a brief moment, eyelids fluttering closed at his touch, before she takes a deep breath and pulls back to look him in the eye, hands carelessly wiping away the tears on her cheeks, “Help me pack.”

“...what?”

“When she kicked you out, she kicked me out, too.” She says matter-of-factly at JJ’s confused look while she abruptly kneels, pulling her old suitcase from under the bed and heaving it up onto the mattress.

“Okay, so she didn’t actually kick me out but she might as well have!” The redhead strides to her closet and starts picking out her favorite clothes, tossing them haphazardly onto the bed as she fumes, “God, I even told her about your dad -I’m sorry, shit I did it again- and she said she didn’t care! Not to mention she had our neighbor spy-”

“Sail!” She’s so caught up in her rant that she doesn’t notice when JJ moves to stand beside her, and only when he puts his hands on her shoulders does she stop short, a Kildare County High School sweatshirt dangling from her fingers; she can feel him watching her and when she flicks her gaze up to meet his, she’s not at all prepared for the tempest of emotions -admiration, pride, empathy, something else she can’t name- all crashing like the surf behind his eyes.

Blue. Oh so blue. It’s been her favorite color ever since she knew what colors were and she thinks her favorite shade has to be the one she finds in his eyes: bright, clear, and ever easy to drown in if she’s not careful.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He says it in such a casual way that it’s impossible to think it’s not as intentional as the fingers that slowly tuck a stray curl behind her ear and the thumb that brushes along her flushed cheek.

She just shakes her head with a tiny, bashful smile and her words are an echo of a quiet, rainy night all those weeks ago, “I’m just doing what feels right.”

They fall into an easy rhythm after that, one that helps them both sober up as they fill her suitcase to the brim with everything Sailor thinks she’ll need for a long stay, wherever she ends up. The Chateau makes the most sense of course, but with the DCS breathing down John B’s neck recently, she’s not sure how viable of an option that is but there’s one thing she knows for sure: there’s no way in hell she’s coming back here any time soon. It hurts to leave her shell collection behind -for a brief, dark moment she toys with the idea of tearing the shelf down and smashing them all until they’re turned to dust but she pushes that thought away- so she takes her favorite, the lightning whelk that reminds her of JJ and that day on the beach, and gently tucks it away in her backpack to ease the sting, as a promise to one day return for the rest.

“Jackpot!” JJ exclaims and she looks up to find him on the floor by her chair, pulling up the loose wood board that hides her secret stash of booze and money and reaching in to snag a nearly full bottle of Jack Daniels, holding it above his head with a triumphant smile.

“Shit, I forgot that was even in there,” She replies as she kneels beside him and snatches the whiskey from his hand before he can take a swig, slipping it into her backpack, “Not yet.”

“Oh, come on,” He laughs when she rolls her eyes at his pout and reaches into the dark space to pull out an old plastic lunchbox, along with a small flask that gets thrown in her bag without a second glance. “Boooo.”

“Patience,” She teases, opening the cracked lid to take all of the cash inside and stuffs it into the ziploc bag that doubles as a purse (“it’s cheap and waterproof, what more do I need?” was her argument when Kiara asked her why she didn’t have an actual handbag), which she then stuffs in her backpack. “We can get drunk after we get out of here.”

“You had me at ‘drunk,’“ He slides the floorboard back into place after Sailor tosses the empty lunchbox inside and then stands, pulling her up alongside him with his hand in hers, the other reaching out to grab the handle of her suitcase. “Ready when you are.”

The redhead takes one last look around her room, from the assortment of shells and pictures on one wall to her poster of Bethany Hamilton on the other and everything in between -her sanctuary for the longest time- before turning away from the familiar comfort of the old to face the enticing uncertainty of the new. “Let’s go.”

After a quick stop in the bathroom to grab her shampoo, conditioner, and toothbrush -no way in hell is she gonna share any of those with the boys- then the kitchen to grab some food for Binx and the cat himself from the back of the couch (surprisingly, he doesn’t put up much of a fight), they head outside and throw her suitcase and their backpacks in the bed of the truck along with her surfboard.

“John B’s probably gonna be pissed about the cat,” JJ says, leaning against the passenger door with his arms crossed, smirking as she gives him a flat look and unceremoniously dumps Binx onto the bench seat through the driver’s side window.

“Well, John B’s just gonna -stay, Binxy!- have to get used to it. I’m not leaving him behind.”

Across the street, Rachel perches on her porch as she watches the two teenagers with her beady little eyes and Sailor, feeling particularly defiant, grins wickedly. “J, watch this.” Waving to the woman to catch her attention she calls over the wind, “Hey, Rachel!” before slowly extending both middle fingers toward her, one at a time. “That one’s for my mom and this one’s for you, you nosy bitch!”

He instantly joins in and both hold their hands high, cackling with laughter, until the old crone scowls and slithers back into her house like the snake she is. “Good riddance,” the redhead says, opening the truck’s door and sliding behind the wheel, “Let’s blow this joint.”

“Joint?” JJ asks, climbing into the passenger seat and slamming the door behind him, Binx instantly curling up on his lap, “Did you say joint?”

“You and weed, I swear...” She laughs and goes to start the engine before she realizes she’s grasping at an empty ignition and lets her head fall against the steering wheel with a thunk, “Son of a bitch, I forgot my keys. I’ll be right back.”

Going back inside isn’t as hard as Sailor thought it would be, but leaving is a whole other ball game. She snatches her keys from the bathroom sink where she left them and heads back toward the front door; she’s just passing by their family portrait when it hits her: this is it, the last time in who knows how long she’ll be here. It’s now or never. She thinks of it as a weight on her shoulders, one that’s been dragging her down for far too long, like Atlas holding up the sky, but unlike him, she’s going to break the chains and set herself free.

In one final, sudden burst of years of anger and hurt and frustration, she rips the picture from the hook and smashes it to the floor, sending pieces of glass and wood skittering down the hall before striding from the house and all its memories without a backwards glance, slamming the door behind her with a resolute bang.

-

Surprisingly, John B doesn’t give a shit about the cat when they show up at the Chateau but he does give a shit about Sailor and her well-being after they give him a quick rundown of the afternoon’s happenings.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Sail?” He asks as he and JJ carry her bags into the house and deposit them in the spare room, the redhead trailing behind with Binx in her arms.

“That’s the age old question, bro,” She deflects with a shrug, taking a seat on the bed and setting the cat down beside her; he instantly takes off to explore his new home as she continues, “Who actually knows if they’re okay? What’s okay to one person can be completely different to another-”

“Sailor, seriously.”

She glances back and forth between the two boys -two sweet, caring boys- watching her with twin looks of understanding and relents. “Look, I’m still kind of...processing everything, alright? I’m not exactly sure what I’m feeling and I don’t know how long it’s gonna take for me to find out but I promise you,” She says softly, looking them both in the eye, “I’ll let you know if I’m not okay. Deal?”

JJ shoots her an enthusiastic thumbs up while John B opts for a simple nod and she grins before pulling the bottle of Jack Daniels from her backpack with a flourish. “Good. Now, I think we could all use a drink.”

The trio (and Binx, house thoroughly explored) bums around the living room while the afternoon slowly turns to evening, the wind outside getting worse with each passing hour the storm moves closer, passing the bottle back and forth until none of them are anywhere close to sober. What started as a game of truth or dare quickly dissolves into straight up truth as they get remarkably philosophical about what animal they’d want to be (an eagle for John B, a wolf for JJ, and to absolutely no one’s surprise, a dolphin for Sailor) and then have a deep, animated discussion about the best Star Wars movie and why it’s The Empire Strikes Back. Later, when the whiskey’s down to a few sips left and their collective demons have retreated to the very back of their minds, JJ drunkenly suggests playing strip poker and both Sailor and John B have to remind him that none of them a.) know how to play poker or b.) even own a deck of cards.

“Damn it!” The sly grin falls from his face when he realizes they’re right and he dejectedly sinks back into the couch, head coming to rest on the redhead’s shoulder. “I wanna see you take your clothes off, Flynn.”

She laughs loudly and grabs the bottle from his hand before taking a big sip and passing it to John B. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that, Maybank.” Whiskey, she found out few months ago, hits her hard: her filter? Gone. Blushing? Aside from the flush in her cheeks from the alcohol, gone. Self-consciousness? As long gone as her father. She’ll flirt her heart out without giving a single shit and it’s both a blessing and a curse, as well as an endless source of secondhand embarrassment in the morning.

“That’s okay, you know I like a challenge.” He declares with a wink, cracking up when she plants her hand directly on his face and pushes him off her shoulder as John B snorts and downs the last of the liquor without either of them noticing.

“Jesus, get a room,” He uses the empty bottle to point down the hall, then sets it on the side table with a hollow thunk as he leans back and stretches his arms above his head. “There’s one right there.”

Sailor gives him a swift kick in the shin with her bare foot for that, plus the shit-eating grin on his face. The trio lounges around for a little while longer, relaxing in a whiskey-induced haze; the redhead finds herself nodding off every so often, slipping back further and further until her head finds a place to rest on JJ’s lap and her legs end up on John B’s. The feel of fingers running through her hair is so feather light that she can barely keep her eyes open and before she knows it, she’s down for the count.

When she wakes some indefinite amount of time later the room is dark, the only light coming from the moon shining through the windows and John B’s gone from his spot by her feet, Binx curled up in a ball on the cushion instead. JJ’s dead asleep, hand stalled in her curls and the sight of his head tipped back against the couch with his mouth slightly open is so damn endearing that she can’t help but smile, even as she reaches a hand up to gently shake his shoulder.

“J, wake up.”

“Five more minutes.” He groans, free hand sluggishly pushing her arm away. Sailor sits up and swivels to face him before shaking him again, giggling quietly at the way his head lolls from side to side.

“Come on, the bed’s way comfier than this.”

Sleepy blue eyes open to give her a heavy look that screams both gratification and longing and so much hope as he quips, “You just want me in your bed again, don’t you?”

She reverently rolls her eyes but reaches to grab his hands anyway and pulls him to his feet, both swaying in place before they find their balance. “And if I do?”

The corner of his mouth rises in a small, adorable smile as his fingers entwine with hers. “I’d say that’s right where I want to be.”

“Well, you’re in luck ‘cause that’s where I want you to be, too.” Still a little bit tipsy, her words are honest, sincere, and as she leads him down the hall, she realizes that old saying is true: drunk words are sober thoughts. After three weeks sharing a home, a room, a bed, she just doesn’t think she can sleep without him anymore and that belief doesn’t quite scare her as much as she thought it would.

Lying wrapped up in his arms in the dark, Sailor finds herself dreaming of a future -as much of a future an impoverished, quasi-homeless, not-quite alright, not-quite-seventeen year old can dream of- with the damaged boy that holds oceans in his eyes.

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A few miles away, Carmen Flynn sits on her daughter’s bed with a broken picture frame in her hands as she cries, all alone in an empty house with no idea how to make things okay again.

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let me know what you think! also, fun fact: sailor compares her short-term memory to a chimp because studies have shown that chimpanzees are the absolute worst at remembering things, not goldfish as we previously thought (they can remember things for at least five months, compared to chimps who, despite their similarities to humans, forget things in about twenty seconds). sailor, being a zoology nerd, would definitely find that fascinating and make it her mission to educate the masses that goldfish aren’t that stupid jj finds it both adorable and kind of hot

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Mindtrapped Chapter three: Wings

Sanders Sides fanfiction

Warnings: Mention of death, mention of suicide, GT, panic attack, fear

3547 words

Logan rushed to the kitchen, Roman in tow. That was definitely a scream. And it was definitely not Virgil. What could have happened? He thought they were just getting something to eat! What could have gone wrong? He froze in the kitchen doorway. That wasn’t good. Patton rarely let himself act so upset around anyone else. And… He watched for a moment, perplexed, then finally shook himself to his senses and stepped forwards. “What on earth is going on here?!”

Patton looked over at him and let out a sob, dropping his face into his hands. “Logan! I-I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I… I wasn’t watching, I just-! I’m so sorry…”

Logan was shocked silent, but Roman was already moving. He leaped up onto the counter, then leaned his furry head against the underside of Patton’s chin before sitting down and meowing loudly, head turned to one side in question. Patton sniffled and wiped his eyes again. “Thanks, kiddo. I-I’m sorry, I just… I’m not even the one who really needs comforting right now…”

A very tear-filled explanation later, Logan was pacing in front of the counter, slowly shaking his head. “So what you are telling me is that you, Virgil, found yourself trapped inside of Patton’s bowl… And Patton, you were starting to take a bite of your meal, and you didn’t notice Virgil… in your spoon… and… you almost… ate him?” Patton nodded, trying desperately not to start sobbing again, and Logan groaned and ran a hand over his face. “Oh, what would Thomas say…?” He noticed Roman laying on the floor, head on the tile, paws pressing his ears flat. What a vote of confidence. He took a deep breath and returned his attention to Patton and Virgil. Forget what Thomas would say. Thomas wasn’t here. “What seems the most crucial to me at this moment is to be aware if you are of sound mind, Virgil. Are you able to speak to me?”

Virgil’s tiny form shifted, so he knew he’d heard him, but he still wasn’t speaking. His body was shaking violently and he could see if not hear that he was breathing much too heavy, and much too strained. But he wasn’t tense. He was limp, heading lolled on its side, and Logan realized too late that he was about to pass out. “Virgil!” He sighed in frustration.

“What happened?! I-Is he okay?! Did I hurt him?!”

Logan sighed again and reached past Patton to gently pick up Virgil’s unconscious form and lift it up to examine it further. “No, he doesn’t appear to be physically harmed in any way. He very likely passed out from sheer terror.”

Patton clasped both hands over his mouth and started crying again, and Logan knew he’d made a mistake. Shouldn’t have said that. “He passed out from terror?! And… and I did that?!”

“U-Unintentionally…”

Patton cried out and Logan desperately wished Roman wasn’t currently stuck being a cat. He was very much not good at all of this emotional stuff. Roman would fair so much better in his place. “I’m s-so sor-ry!” As soon as Patton spoke, he lept off his chair, breaking into sobs, and ran from the kitchen.

“Patton, please!” But it was too late — he was gone. Sighing, Logan spoke miserably to Roman before leaving the room as well. “I apologize, Roman, it appears your predicament will have to wait…” Normally, he would have gone to the lab to wait for Virgil to wake up, but he didn’t want to be disturbed right now, so he went to his bedroom and locked the door behind him. He carefully set Virgil on his personal desk, then collapsed onto his bed and slipped his shirt off, letting a ginormous pair of golden brown wings unfold. He noticed he had feathers spotting down his side and could assume his back had a thin layer of feathers as well. At least it was just the wings and some feathers. The other three sides had been experiencing a number of different types of unwilling morphs and changes, most common being size difference or the occasional turning into some kind of animal. For some reason, he had not been experiencing the same things. He had been experiencing changes he could not control, but never did his size change, and never did he turn back after merely a single day or a few hours as the others always did. On top of that, adrenaline had no effect on him whatsoever. He had purposefully raised his adrenaline levels many times, but could never force a change. And he only ever gained aspects of one species, of one type of animal. A barn owl. The first change merely covered his back and the back of his neck with feathers, and that lasted three days before not changing him back to his normal self, but turning completely into a barn owl, which lasted five days. He managed to keep himself hidden from the others for the first two days of that. He knew these changes did not match what the others had been experiencing, and he did not want them to start worrying about him because of this. But on the third morning, he had taken a risk and left his bedroom, sneaking through the halls to the thousand-foot room. He needed a change of scenery and was admittedly getting stressed about how long it would take him to turn back. And he had been so distracted that hadn’t even noticed Virgil walk up beside him. Looking back on it, it was completely his fault he had been discovered. Still he hadn’t been expected to be found. He had gotten a little bit flustered and snapped at Virgil’s pant leg and accidentally left a hole in it in the process, but it was enough to convince him to follow him back to his bedroom, where he opened his computer and typed out an explanation. Since then Virgil had been helping him hide this secret he’d found, and had been admittedly kind about it. But he still hadn’t told the others. He wasn’t sure if he wanted Roman or Patton worrying about him, plus telling them would only provide them with more questions and fewer answers. So he kept it hidden. He groaned slightly as he stretched out his wings and rolled the added set of shoulder blades they gave him. It made them increasingly sore to be shoved and squished beneath his shirt all day. That was not the only thing he disliked about them either. For one, the casings of each feather kept falling off in his shirt, which was extremely itchy, and on his bed, which was just a mess and a nuisance to have to re-clean every morning. After the fifth day of being a barn owl, he turned back to normal and was like that for a few days before gaining these wings a week and a half ago. They clearly still had not changed, and he was beginning to wonder if they were going to become permanent. Sighing again, he leaned back against the wall and felt his eyelids dropping. He'd found that now that they all had bodily functions and needs he got tired very easily, more so than any of the others. He shook his head hard. He wanted to be awake when Virgil woke up. A few minutes later he noticed his eyes had closed and shook himself again. He sat up straighter and stared intently at Virgil, shaking his wings a bit. It felt good to move them, after having to cramp them under his shirt all day. He tried to focus on his wings, stretching them out and folding them again repeatedly to try and work out the cramps. But it didn't work. A few minutes later he found himself leaning against the wall again, eyes closed and head leaning to one side. He shook himself. This was starting to work less and less. In mere seconds he was half asleep again. Soon he had turned and laid down on his stomach. If he was going to fall asleep anyway, he might as well be comfortable.

Virgil groaned. Immediately he noticed how sore he was. He felt like he'd just fallen off a small cliff. Then he started to remember. He gasped and curled in on himself, heart racing madly. Where was he? Where was he?! What happened? Why was it dark outside? How long had he been out? He stared at the dark window, trying to remember how to breathe. Okay. Okay. Breathe. Where was he? He took a deep, shaky breath and looked around. He immediately knew exactly where he was. Logan was sprawled out on his bed, one wing hanging over the edge and the other tucked against him. Now came the question of why? Why was he in Logan's bedroom? When had he gotten here? And how? Suddenly his stomach dropped. Logan had carried him, hadn't he? Logan carried him here. Probably in his hands. He tried and failed to breathe as his mind forced him through one worst-case scenario after another. No, but he was fine. He wasn't hurt, aside from when Patton had dropped him on the counter. Nothing bad had happened. Of course nothing bad had happened. Logan was careful and well-thought-out and he had the most stable hands out of all of them. Of course he was fine. Right now. But what happened when Logan woke up? What was he going to do? He had brought him to his bedroom, but why? His heart skipped a beat. Had he decided they didn’t trust him anymore? Did he somehow think this whole mess they were in was his fault? And if they did? If they did somehow think this was his fault? If they thought it was his fault they were all stuck here? Unable to control their powers and having to deal with real-world functions? In essence, being humans? If they all thought it was his fault, what would they do? What would they do to him? Were they going to force him to fix it? He had no idea how to fix this! Because he didn’t do this! And when he told them that, would they get angry, if they weren’t already? Were they angry? Were they mad at him already? Did they all think it was his fault or just Logan? Had Logan told the others he didn’t trust him? Was it because he knew about his wings? Was he afraid he would tell the others about his wings? Or was it something else entirely? Had he ever trusted him? Or had he been pretending? Had any of them ever trusted him? Had they just been pretending for the videos? Now that he thought about it, he never visited any of their rooms. He never saw them except for the videos. They had all been pretending this whole time, hadn’t they?! And he actually thought they’d accepted him! He never thought they saw him as an equal, except maybe Patton, but he’d actually let himself think they didn’t hate him! Why wouldn’t they hate him? He never ceased to take his work way too far and always ended up just stressing Thomas out and making his day worse. How could he have let himself think any of them didn’t hate his guts?! Of course they did! And if they thought he was the reason they’re all stuck here like this, then what now?! What were they going to do to him when he told them he couldn’t fix this? Would they torture him?! His face dropped and his whole body seemed to pale. Were they going to get rid of him? How were they going to do it? Was it even possible to kill them, since they were all just figments of Thomas’s imagination? Except right now… now they could get hurt and they had to wait to heal just like any human. Virgil’s throat felt eight times too tight as he barely managed to force sharp, painful gasps out. He could feel each half-gasp tearing at his throat and the sort-of gasps were so loud in the silence he wanted to rip out his voice box, anything to just shut up for two minutes. If they killed him like this, he would probably never come back. He would die. Actually die. He’d never been able to actually die before now.  That was never something he had to think about, but now… now… he could die. He could die. And never come back. Just die. For good. Forever. Like… like a human. Like someone in the real world. Like Thomas. He had always, always been desperately, miserably aware of how easily Thomas could die. If one tiny thing went wrong, that was it. He would just cease to be, and all that would be left would be his body. He had finally managed to half come to terms with that, but now he could die too. He had to do that all over again. Learn that all over again. He couldn’t. He couldn't re-learn how to live. With a mixture somewhere between relief and horror he realized he wouldn’t have to if the others were going to kill him anyway. He wouldn’t have to re-learn anything. He could die now. And stay dead. He wouldn’t be forced back into existence, forced to… live. Living was just… so hard. Suddenly he realized why he used to make Thomas think so highly of death. Why he had spent so many nights during those times just finding new ways to kill himself, regenerating, and doing it again. It just… the idea of dying and never coming back, never regenerating, sounded so… comfortable? Was that the word he was looking for? Maybe, maybe not. He didn’t care. It almost… almost didn’t hurt to breathe when he heard a groan and a loud sort of dull creaking. He looked up, and suddenly his throat was tighter than he thought possible, and every breath rasped out loud and jittery and painful. The bed. The bed had made that sound, and the soft groaning… that was Logan. He was waking up. This was it. He was going to die. He was going to die and never regenerate. Never come back. He was going to die and stay dead, and Logan was going to be the one to kill him. That’s why he was in Logan’s room, he realized. He could lock the door here, and then Patton or Roman wouldn’t have to watch him being killed. He wasn’t sure about Roman, but he knew even if it was someone he hated Patton would probably break if he had to watch Logan kill someone. His thoughts were brought to a halt when Logan slowly stretched his wings out and sat up. He stared silently, trying hard not to blink, still rasping out pathetic attempts at gasps instead of breathing. Logan froze for a moment, then turned to look directly at him. “Virgil. You’re awake.” Then he noticed the window. “I... apologize. I must have fallen asleep. I was intending to be awake when you regained consciousness… Virgil?” After a moment, Logan stood and stepped towards his desk, and Virgil scooted backwards, then stumbled to his feet and ran for the back corner of the desk. “Oh… my…” Realizing that Virgil had run from him, Logan slowly took a few steps back, and Virgil half-turned to look at him. “Virgil, it appears you are… unwell at the moment… Can you hear what I’m saying?” Virgil didn’t answer audibly or even nod, but he shifted immediately, which meant that he had heard him. “Very good. I would like you to listen to me for a moment. Can you do that?” This time Virgil nodded just barely, but his voice was still barely a rasp and Logan was afraid he would pass out again if he continued this way. “I need you to take a deep breath and hold it for as long as you can.” Virgil listened, and held his breath for about half a second before letting it out. “Very good. May you repeat that?” Again, Virgil took in a sharp breath, and held it for nearly a second this time before letting it out. “Good. Continue.” Virgil obeyed. It took nearly twenty minutes of Logan repeatedly coaxing Virgil back into the breathing exercise for Virgil to finally breathe normally. His whole body was still shaking, and he still refused to move at all, but he was breathing again, and that was what mattered. Logan could not risk anything getting too off-balance while they could actually get harmed. Especially when it came to breathing properly. “Virgil.” Not a single movement. “Did the incident with Patton… do this?” Virgil shook his head. “Oh.” He was shocked silent for a moment. He was almost certain that was why he was so upset. Being almost eaten could do that to anybody. “Then might I ask… what is the cause?” No response. He wondered what could possibly be the cause of something so terrible Virgil couldn't breathe. He stepped up to his desk and was perplexed when Virgil squeezed his eyes shut and pulled his hood tightly over his face. Was he… afraid of him? That just didn’t make any sense. “Is there something I have done wrong to you…?”  He shook his head and Logan was surprised to hear him actually verbally respond to him, though he barely heard that he had spoken at all. “Could you repeat that?”

This time it was just loud enough that Logan could understand the words. “Not yet.”

“I don’t understand. Are you saying you believe I’m going to offend you in some way, or…?”

“Just stop it. If you’re just gonna pretend you’re not planning to do an awful lot more than offend me, than just shut up!”

“More than offend you?”

“So we’re just gonna pretend we don’t know what you locked me in here for? I know you didn’t just come in here to hide. I know what you’re gonna do.”

“And what exactly do you believe we are here for?”

“Cut the crap! Just do it already!” He sighed and tried and failed to hold back a loud sob. “How is this gonna go? Are you gonna use a knife? Rope maybe? Chemical burn? I vote you just drop me and get it over with.”

“Virgil, I truly don’t understand what you are talking about.” Virgil had never seen Logan so confused before. And in an instant, he wasn’t confused at all. Virgil saw the change the second Logan seemed to realize what was going on. He had never seen Logan emotional before, but now his face clearly displayed both offense and sorrow. “Knife, rope, dropping you, you thought I brought you to my bedroom to… Virgil!”

“You’re…” He slowly turned around but refused to loosen his hood, which covered more than half his face. “You’re… not gonna kill me?”

“Of course not! What could there possibly be to be gained by us losing you, especially at an already stressful time?!”

“But I thought you guys hated me…”

“Have we not concluded this in a number of the videos?”

“Well, yeah, but… those are the videos. That’s different. I didn’t think you guys actually… you know, meant any of that. Wasn’t that whole thing just a ploy to get more viewers…?”

Logan looked more offended than he’d been in a long time. “I am… truly disturbed that you would even begin to think… you assumed that we’d been lying to you this entire time?”

“No? I just thought it was like a generally understood thing. We never talk outside of the videos so it’s not like I knew what you guys acted like around me when there wasn’t a camera. I thought it was like a mutual agreement sort of thing.”

“You simply assumed that we disliked you? Why did you not speak to one of us before making this conclusion?”

“If I brought it up in one of the videos I’d just end up ruining the whole thing. I thought you guys already hated me, so I didn’t wanna mess up the video and make it worse.”

“And you never came to our rooms to speak to us why?”

“I thought you hated me! I wasn’t gonna let myself right in just to be yelled at or something.”

Logan sighed. “I simply wish you had let one of us know so we could have taken care of this misinterpretation before you assumed… why did you think I was going to be the one to… to do it?”

He shrugged. “Woke up in your room. Besides, I don’t think Patton could kill anything, even if he did hate it, and Roman… I don’t know, he’s capable… but I guess you just seem… better equipped for it? You don’t get emotional like he does. I don’t know…” He shrugged and tucked his knees against himself.

“I suppose that is… reasonable… I am still disappointed that you didn’t come to one of us first…”

“Well, it wasn’t your decision, was it?”

Logan huffed angrily, but answered calmly anyway. “I suppose it wasn’t.”

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[melodious-madrigals]

of communication and cats

Written as part of @wondertrevnet‘s Lock Out Bingo.

Fandom: Wonder Woman Pairing: Diana/Steve Prompt: texting Word Count: 2552 Rating: T Summary: Steve and Diana adopt a cat. Steve is exceptionally bad at texting. The two converge more often than you'd think. (Aka miscommunication, but like. Low stakes.) Mostly fluff. In-universe for lost love (sweeter when it’s finally found) which you can read here.

Find it below the cut or on AO3.

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Notes: not really a texting fic, just a very loose definition of "fulfilling" the prompt because it includes some texts, lol. 

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Don't be mad, but says the preview on her push notification from Steve's latest message. Not exactly an auspicious start, given his propensity for doing reckless things.

Diana massages the spot between her eyebrows where tension headaches start, and decides she needs to just bite the bullet and look at the text. (It can't be too bad if he's still able to text about it, right?)

Swiping down, she taps on the message.

Don't be mad, it says, but I found this little one abandoned, and I was *going* to ask if we could keep it but then I fell in love. Sorry, no takebacksies, but I will let you help me name it.

Attached is a picture of a fluffy black kitten curled up against Steve's chest. The angle is funny—clearly an attempt at a one-handed selfie while also holding the kitten—but it's one of the most precious things Diana has ever seen. The kitten's tail is wrapped tight enough to be gently touching its own nose. It's so adorable that Diana thinks she might cry.

The message is a little over an hour old, and Diana goes to text back when more messages come through.

Vet says: It's a girl! 🎈

Then, She has a great big personality, with a photo attachment of the kitten—vet office clear in the background—looking extremely indignant at her current circumstances.

I look forward to meeting her, Diana types back.

When Diana gets home, she finds a veritable explosion of cat toys and products across their living room and kitchen. At the epicenter, on the couch, is Steve, asleep, with a tiny little ball of black fur tucked up under his chin. If Diana had previously had any reservations about their new kitten (she hadn't, really), they would have been erased upon seeing them like this.

She snaps a quick picture, and then goes into the kitchen, pulling out vegetables to start dicing for the evening meal.

Twenty minutes later, Steve wanders in, the kitten now cradled against his chest.

"She's about six weeks," says Steve. "Which is a little early, but the vet says that other than needing to be fed, she looks healthy. She didn't appreciate her first round of shots, but she did appreciate the salmon pâté slurry I gave her afterwards."

"Poor thing. She was abandoned?"

"I think so," says Steve. "I actually saw her yesterday, hiding in the same spot, but they say not to move kittens, you know? because sometimes the mother is just off hunting. But she was alone yesterday and crying, and she was doing the same when I passed by today, and I couldn't just leave her there."

"You did the right thing, Steve. So, about her name."

Steve looks away guiltily, and Diana just knows that he's already named the cat.

"The vet needed a name to start her file," Steve mumbles. "I thought Bast would be cute."

Diana purses her lips, trying not to smile. "She already has you worshipping her like a goddess; it fits." Then she breaks, and starts laughing. "I'm not mad, Steve! About the cat or the name."

Steve looks relieved, like he didn't really think this would be a fight, but wasn't sure. They've talked about getting a pet before, but have always decided against it because of how much they travel.

"I already talked to Aisha and Marguerite," he says, referring to the couple who lives across the hall. "They said that they would watch her when we go out of town, as long as they also get to play with her while she's still a kitten."

"That reminds me, we should have them over for dinner this weekend. Or next, if they aren't free."

Steve shakes his head. "Next weekend's bad. I've got a work thing Friday night, and we're going to the concert at the Madeleine on Saturday with the Giraudets."

Diana makes a little humming noise as she pulls several spice jars from the cabinet. "Am I coming to your work function?"

"Only if you want, but I'd love to have you. You can't hit Floyd, though."

Diana wrinkles her nose at the mention of his co-worker. "We can go out for late night kebab afterward," she decides. "As a reward for putting up with him."  

"Génial," says Steve, at the same time that Bast wakes up and meows loudly. "Apparently we haven't been paying her enough attention."

"Hello, Bast," Diana says, and the kitten meows again.

"Here, take her; I'll finish supper," offers Steve.

The kitten squeaks as Steve transfers her, then settles into Diana's arms, looks up at her, and slowly closes her eyes and falls asleep again.

They're cat people now, apparently.

*

Bast, as it turns out, is a very affectionate cat. She wants to be held, constantly, and when she isn't being held, will toddle up to one of her people and scream until they finally do pick her up. She also likes sleeping tucked up under Steve's chin, which Diana finds absolutely hilarious because Steve is not—and has never been—a back sleeper, but now, more often than not, she finds him falling asleep on his back so as not to disturb Bast.

Bast is most definitely Steve's cat, but she likes Diana well enough. Often, she perches on Diana's left shoulder when she's working on her laptop, and peers at the screen like she's reading the artifact dossiers too.

Sometimes, if Diana is very lucky, Bast will curl up in her lap instead, nose still tucked into the curl of her tail, and purr. Most of the time, Bast perks up as soon as Steve gets home, and prances over to greet him with an affectionate headbutt.

"I see how it is," Diana says, one day, when Bast lifts her head at a sound outside the door that turns out not to be Steve, and Diana swears she looks disappointed. "You like him best."

Bast simply looks at Diana with her big round eyes and blinks once, which Diana suspects is cat for 'duh'.

"Oh, all right, I cannot blame you," Diana sighs, "I like him best too."

Bast presents her chin, and Diana obliges her with a scritch.

("That was a cat-kiss," Steve says later, of the blink, laughing. "Bast was basically telling you she loves and trusts you, and you thought it was sass.")

*

It's a perfectly ordinary day, and perfectly ordinary days are very easily ruined.

For the day in question, it's the We need to talk that shows up from Steve, causing Diana's nerves to go haywire. She really doesn't think they're fighting about anything, but 'we need to talk' is universally a bad thing, right? They're usually pretty good about handling their problems in constructive ways, and they're excellent at talking through things, but there's a certain permanent ominous quality to 'we need to talk' that fills her with dread.

But when Diana unlocks her phone, she finds: We need to talk about how adorable Bast is right now, along with a picture of the cat in question with her paws crossed over her eyes, and the tiniest tip of her tongue visible between her teeth, like she didn't quite pull it all the way in when she closed her mouth.

Diana laughs, shows the picture to her interns, and sends back She looks so angelic. Like she didn't start caterwauling at four a.m. this morning and wake me out of a dead sleep.  

She's a cat, replies Steve. They're always perfect little angels, even when they're not.

"That cat has you wrapped around its paw," Diana says that afternoon, when she comes home to find Steve making a special meal for Bast. "That had better not be the hake I bought at the market this morning."

"Of course it isn't. I filleted that and have the rest cooking down in the stock." He tilts his head toward the lidded pot on the stove. "This is just a little treat for being three months old." He says the last bit to Bast in a slightly sing-song voice.

She loves this man, she really does.

*

Diana is having a very long day and thinking about Bruce Wayne in a rather uncharitable way. (He is, after all, the reason she had to extend her business trip to the States and is not currently home with her husband and their cat.) She's dirty and tired, and trying desperately not to be bitter about it, because she doesn't approve of feeling bitter about things, when her phone buzzes.

The setting it's on means that the text can only be from Steve, while everyone else is filtered out by 'do not disturb'. Checking her surroundings surreptitiously, she pulls out her phone.

Diana help I'm dying reads the preview and Diana's heart drops into her stomach, body immediately prepping for a supersonic flight and going into panic mode because she's too far away, an hour or two at least from whatever Steve has gotten himself into now—

Diana help I'm dying at how fricking cute Bast is and I need you to be too, Steve has written. I can't even. Underneath is a minute long video of Bast, and Diana nearly hurls her phone across the room before the relief takes over. She almost throws up as she comes down from the adrenaline spike, too.

After a couple of deep breaths, Diana hits the dial button, and Steve picks up on the first ring, right as rain.

"Did you watch it? Isn't she just the best?" he exclaims.

"You need to work on how you start your texts, Steve," she says instead of answering. "Do you know how it popped up on my phone? 'Diana help I'm dying.'"

Steve sucks in a breath sharply enough that it's audible even across the tinny connection. "Oh, Gods. I'm so sorry, Diana."

Between his contrition and the fact that he's clearly okay, Diana feels her anger evaporate. She can't count the number of times that Barry—just for example—has used 'I'm dying' or 'DEAD' or 'deceased' to indicate various emotions that are not death-based. It's only normal that Steve would pick it up.

"No, I also overreacted," she admits. "I have not slept properly in two days and was not really thinking."

"I'll still work on it," Steve promises. "Seriously, watch the video; she's such a weirdo. It'll make your day better."

"Okay, I will."

"Hey, are you okay? Do you want to talk?"

"I am just ready to be home," Diana says. "I really shouldn't talk now, but hopefully I will be home before morning."

"Okay, Angel. Love you."

"Love you too."

The call disconnects, and then Diana hits play on the video. It's shot in their kitchen, and it's dark enough out that Steve has the overhead light on. Bast is in the middle of the floor, spinning in circles chasing her tail, or maybe the shadow of her tail, Diana can't quite tell. She suppresses a laugh as Bast starts spinning the other way. Dammit, Steve's right. She really is cute.

Day brightened, Diana taps out. Give her a kiss for me, we both know how much she loves those.

Two minutes later, a photo pops through of a very disgruntled looking Bast with the caption 'post-kiss', and Diana squashes down another laugh.

She's home by one in the morning, their time, and only has to move Bast a little bit to climb into bed next to Steve.

*

One of the reasons Diana was originally hesitant to get a cat was how much they both travel for work, and this month has been absolutely non-stop for her. In the past three weeks, it feels like she's only been home about three days. Fortunately, this is her last trip for another month (or at least, her last scheduled trip; JL business has a nasty way of popping up at inconvenient times), and Steve's job has been largely quiet on the travel front, lately.

She's got one more day to get through, and then it's just her normal job. She might even take a personal day or two.

She's just about to go into another meeting when her phone buzzes. Urgent! Read me NOW says the preview of Steve's message, and Diana immediately thumbs open her lockscreen, pausing before she enters the room, just in case she needs to dart back out.

We love you! ♥️💕 reads the rest of the message, and underneath is an attached photo of Steve and Bast. He's holding her up so that their faces are pressed together, and Bast has decided to be a perfect angel for Steve, looking directly into the camera. Diana swears she's even smizing next to Steve's own grin.

I know we talked about this, says another message that pops up while she's looking at the picture, but we wanted to make sure you saw that right away.

And then, We miss you.

A smile inches its way across her lips, and she sends back a quick selfie with a cat ears filter and a miss you too scrawled along the bottom before ducking back into the meeting.

*

It's Bast who hears her first, because when she opens the apartment door, Bast is sitting squarely in front of it. She lets out an indignant yowl, and then puts her front paws up on Diana's legs, asking to be picked up.

Diana shoves her suitcase inside the door, closes it, and obliges, and Bast settles in against her chest.

"She's clearly forsaken me," says Steve, who's just come out of the bedroom. "Hey you," he adds, leaning in over Bast to give her a kiss.

"Give it five minutes," Diana replies, because even though the cat looks comfortable now, her moods are mercurial.

"Mmm," Steve hums, clearly in agreement. "Hey, before I forget: can I see your phone?"

She shifts Bast (who looks up at her reproachfully) so that she can free a hand and pull her phone out of her pocket to give to Steve.  

"I've been fiddling with mine, and I figured out how to turn the preview off of the push notification," he says.

Diana lets out a startled laugh. "That's probably a more secure setting anyways," she says. "Go ahead. I look forward to the moment when every third text from you will no longer induce panic."

"The future is now," Steve deadpans, and Diana has to set an affronted Bast down so that she can give Steve a proper hug, because she's glad to be home.

*

The next morning, Diana sneaks out early to their favorite boulangerie for a couple of pain aux raisins. She's in line when her phone pings.

Swiping it open, she taps on the notification and sees (in full, this time, thankfully): Mayday, mayday, mayday, the cat has taken your spot. There's Bast—stretched out so long across the bed that it almost looks like someone put her on a medieval torture rack—looking very pleased with herself because she's taken up the entire half of the bed that is Diana's.

A small smile creeps over her face as she steps forward to order. She's got a spot to reclaim, a cat to snuggle, and a husband to kiss good morning; she hasn't got any time to waste.

***

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Got7 Imagine: You Are Their Neighbor

Mark:

You were lucky that you and your neighbor had the same habits. The sounds of gunfire and grenades would often echo back and forth between the apartment walls, the occasional profanity would make it through as well. Any other neighbors and you were sure the cops would have been called by now. 

Even with all of the noise exchange, you had never met the guy next door. You assumed he was a guy. You heard yelling that usually sounded like a man, but it could be a husky woman, you weren't sure. 

One night when you were settling in for a night of some multiplayer madness, you realized that a trip to the store for beer and snacks were necessary. You walked to the closest convenience store and other than one other very handsome guy in the back looking at energy drinks, you were the only customer there. You both checked out one right after the other and you noticed that he turned down the same streets as you to get home. You were walking behind him trying not to look like a creep following a guy home. 

He turned into your building and you were surprised that you had just encountered someone from your building. 

You rushed to the only working elevator and the guy was standing in the back corner of the elevator. 

“What floor?” he asked as he leaned towards the keypad.

“Twelve,” You said as you looked at the keypad. “Oh, looks like we are on the same floor.” 

He nodded and went back to fidgeting with his hoodie sleeves.

You both got off and turned left. You knew almost everyone in you hall. Could it be he was the mysterious neighbor. 

“You live in 1204?” You asked him, shocking him.

“How do you know where I live?” He stopped dead in his tracks. “I swear I have nothing of value for you to steal and if I ghosted you I’m sorry and please don’t kill me.” 

You laughed as you walked passed him to apartment 1206, your apartment.

“I live next door,” you laughed as you unlocked the door, “see?” you shook the keys. 

“You play Overwatch?” he asks, skeptical. “Oh wait, it must be your boyfriend.” He reaches for his door knob.

“I live alone.” 

“You play as Reaper.” He said calmly as he tilted his head to the side, “I prefer Mei.” 

“You can tell that from the sounds through the walls?” You asked, shocked at his knowledge of the game.

“I don’t really do much other than play overwatch and go to work.” He said calmly. “I’m Mark Tuan by the way.”

“I’m Y/N.” You were amazed that such a beautiful human was a recluse gamer. 

“Wait, Mark Tuan...like MarkYienTuan93?”

“That’s creepy.” he said looking at you shocked again, “How do you know my gamer tag?”

“I’ve played with you. Well, against you. You always beat me for the top rank. Every. Time.”

“Wait, you’re killerY/F/N69?” He looked shocked. 

“That’s me.” You smiled.

“Add me.” he said with a smile, “I think we could kick some serious ass when we aren’t trying kill each other.” 

And with that he walked into his apartment. 

JB:

You adored your neighbor, JB, you just hated his cats. Nora was sweet, but the other 4 needed new homes. They meowed all night and hissed any time you got close to their Daddy. It isn’t your fault he wants you to call him Daddy too.

You met him when your cat jumped over the fence and somehow ended up at his place. Spots was there for over a week before JB realized he had an extra cat and that the cat was the one on all of the missing posters around the neighborhood.

After he returned Spots, you two clicked. You never went on dates, it was purely a physical thing. 

It started when you left a window open while you were watching porn. He saw it from his living room window and made his way over to your place to interrupt and ask if you wanted some real life help getting off instead of just using toys and your hand with some porn. He made sure to point out that he could do what was being done in the video as well.

You were offended at first...and embarrassed...but you agreed to give it a try. 

Ever since then, it’s been a normal thing.

You would occasionally see him watching porn and would venture over to his place and he would sometimes just come over to see if you wanted to “Netflix and chill.” 

There had been some odd interruptions by both of your furry children, but for the most part things just worked out well. 

Being his neighbor was definitely good thing.

Jackson:

Living next to an athlete was a perk. You could chill by the apartment complex pool and watch your neighbor run and lift weights. He ended every workout with a long swim and a relaxing soak in the hot tub, so everything was on display and you loved it.

You knew from hearing his workout buddies that his name was Jackson. He spoke a ton of languages and lived across the hall from you. You didn’t think he knew that though.

He would walk by you while you were chilling in the pool area and smile and wink, but he never came over and introduced himself at the pool or in the hall. 

Even if you ogling him was the extent of your relationship with him, you were okay with that. Seeing his sweaty and wet body all the time was more than enough. 

Unfortunately, your mouth decided one day to ruin that.

Jackson walked by, like usual, and smiled. You opened your mouth to smile back and instead of a smile, you accidentally said “Damn those thighs.”

You hoped it was quiet enough that he didn’t notice, but the pool was abandoned and the echo was real.

“It was leg day,” he said with a smile, “They always look this toned on leg day. By tomorrow they will be normal thighs again.”

“There is nothing normal about those thighs.” Your mouth spoke before your brain could stop it. “I mean-” you freaked out and sat up, “They are very nice thighs. There isn’t anything wrong with them. I-”

“I’m Jackson.” He wiped his hand on a towel and reached out to shake yours, he knew exactly when to cut you off. Bless him.

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled nervously and shook his hand.

“Oh, I know.” He said with a smirk before putting his goggles on and diving into the pool.

“YOU KNOW?” You asked, louder than you should have while he began swimming his laps, a small smirk lingering on his lips.

Jinyoung:

You had the best neighbor. You just didn’t know his name. He brought over cookies for the holidays, ran the neighborhood watch, he read a lot, was quiet all the time, and he kept a crazy clean apartment. 

You had had dinner at his place multiple times as friends, but you never remember him telling you his name. He used your name all the time and you were forced to never say his. You wanted to ask, so badly, but it had been 3 years. It was way too late now. 

Tonight your neighbor knocked on your door and asked if you had dinner plans. This was normal enough and your answer of ‘well I bought some ramen on the way home,’ was apparently not an acceptable answer.

He brought you over to his place and had a whole dinner set up for two. There was wine and a candle already on the table and the mood was not what you expected.

"Have a seat." He said as he grabbed the food and set it down in front of you. 

“Did your date stand you up?” You asked as you looked at him intensely, waiting for him to take the first bite.

“Nope.” he said as he mixed his salad. “I figured you hadn’t had dinner so I whipped something up.”

“This is too romantic for a neighborly dinner.”

“So what if it is? What if I want things to be romantic with you, Y/N?”

You picked a terrible time to take a sip of wine. You barely held it in, but the alcohol still burned your nose and caused you to choke.

“You want what now?” You asked as you regained your composure.

“Date me.” He said as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs, a long sip of wine following in a fluid action. 

His suave actions threw you off. 

“You want to date me?” You asked, still dumbfounded.

“Did I stutter, Y/N?” He asked, taking another sip of wine.

“No. You were very clear.” You said as you downed your wine in one long gulp.

Your neighbor got up and got almost uncomfortably close to you when he refilled it.

“So?” he asked, the heat of his breath grazing your face.

“Yes.” You said, lost in his eyes.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I’ll date you.”

“Yes, You’ll date me....” He was looking for something else and you couldn’t figure out what it was.

“Say my name.” He whispered into your ear. “I can’t remember you ever saying my name and I want to hear you say it.”

“I-” you started as he pulled back to look at you.

“You-?” he said, clearly teasing you at this point.

“I need to-” You were going to excuse yourself and pretend this never happened.

“I was right.” he said quietly to himself before a smile overtook his face and he began to laugh. “You don’t know my name.” 

You froze. How could you admit you just agreed to date someone whose name you didn’t even know.

“Let me introduce myself, since I know for a fact that I never have before.” He said before taking your hand and kissing it. “I’m your boyfriend, Park Jinyoung.”

Youngjae: 

Oh the nosies you were hearing. You couldn’t figure out what your neighbor was doing, but boy did it sound x-rated. The moaning, the breathlessness, the guttural sounds. They all sounded like you wanted them beneath you. You didn’t know why he was so loud all day, but you knew you had to meet him. 

You decided to head over to his place with a plate of welcome to the neighborhood cookies and tea. The noises weren’t there for once, so you assumed that whatever he was doing, he would be appropriate and able to accept a visitor.

The man opened the door with a loud laugh as his dog was doing something on the ground near his feet.

“Hi, I live next door, I wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.”

“Ummm... I’ve lived here for 2 years...” He said as he eyed you warily. 

“Yeah... I’m a little late, aren’t I?” you laughed nervously as you held out the tray of sweets.

“Well, I guess I can’t say no to a free plate of cookies.” He said as he gently took the plate, “come on in.”

“So what do you do?” you asked as you walked into his place. It was very simple, nothing nearly as lewd as you thought you would find.

“I’m a singer.” He said calmly, “I thought you would have known that with how often I’m singing in the apartment. I can hear your nightly routine of watching Rick and Morty, so I thought you could definitely hear my singing.”

“That’s what those noises are?” you asked, shocked that his voice through the walls sounded so sexual.

“What did you think they were?” he asked, his face and ears turning red.

“I-” you paused, not wanting to make this more awkward than it already was. “You should try a cookie.” You gestured to the plate, trying to deflect from the awkwardness of the situation.

“Ah. I will later. I have to practice some more.” He said as he went over to the music stand. “You’re welcome to stay if you’d like.”

You decided why not? You had only ever heard him through the walls. His voice was angelic. You wanted to listen to him all the time. With any luck, he’ll let you.

Bam Bam: 

The boy across the hall was an enigma. You had gotten a few glances of him, always well dressed, always laughing. His friends came over a lot and they would listen to music and have mellow parties. One day, he caught you looking at him while he was walking down the apartment complex hall.

“Hi.” he said as he took off his sunglasses and smiled. 

“Um. Hi.” you said, looking away, trying to not make it obvious you were staring. 

“I’m Bam Bam, who are you?”

“I’m Y/N” you said, extending your hand for a shake. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet the girl next door.” He said as he smirked. “I’d love to get to know you better.”

“What?” You asked, thrown off.

“I’ve seen you glance at me and my friends. Want to come over to a party later? It’s really chill. We just drink and listen to music.” 

“Umm.. Sure.” you said, nervous. He was so much better looking up close.

“Great, come by around 9? By the way, I have a few cats. Be prepared.”

Yugyeom:

The stomping was happening again. You had already filed so many complaints with the building and no matter what it won’t stop. Your upstairs neighbor was just so loud. 

“FINE! TWO CAN PLAY AT THAT GAME!!!” You yelled at the ceiling as you got up and blasted the loudest classical opera music you could find. 

You hadn’t even met your neighbor yet and you were already fighting. 

Less than 10 minutes of the music and there was a knock on the door. 

“Can you turn the music down please?” A male voice yelled as the pounding on the door continued. 

“The door’s open!” You yelled, not leaving your couch. He was going to have to work for this after the last two weeks of hell since he moved in.

“TURN IT DOWN PLEASE!!!!” he yelled, just feet away from you, but you could still barely hear him.

You were going to answer, but standing in front of you was a very attractive, very sweaty, very tattooed, shirtless man. 

He reached around you and grabbed your remote, shutting the opera down. 

“How do you have eardrums?” He asked, putting the remote down on the table. 

“I’m sorry, was it bothering you?” You asked, his gentle scent of axe body spray and sweat bothering you in the best way. 

“I was trying to practice for my dance competition and your music was throwing me off.” He was breathing heavily, standing above you now. God how you wanted to see him breathing heavily above you in another position. 

“Your dancing echoes through my apartment and throws me off every night.” You said, standing up to try to look him in the eye. Damn he was tall.

“I-” he paused for a moment before his eyes went from angry to gentle. “I didn’t know. I knew someone was complaining about me, but I didn’t know you could hear me. I thought it was something else.”

“It was me.” you said grumpily, “don’t you have a studio you can practice at?”

“It closes at 6.” he pouted, “I need longer to perfect my moves.”

“Can you try to perfect them in a quieter way?” you asked, taking a step back from him.

“What if I can make it up to you somehow?”

“How?” you asked, puzzled.

“Make you so tired that you can sleep through my dancing no problem.”

“And how would you do that?” You asked as he stepped closer, leaning in towards your ear.

“Come by tomorrow at 7pm and I’ll not only tire you out, I’ll show you what I thought was actually causing the noise complaints.”

His lips brushed your ear as he turned to leave.

“I don’t even know your name.” You said as you followed him, admiring his back.

“Yugyeom.” he whispered as he closed the door behind him.

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Chapter 4 - Teddy Bear Hugs

Here is Chapter 4 .  I hope you all enjoy. 

" Pein.  " Konan said as Pein looked up at the other Akatsuki bears after he had read the scroll, and double checked again what the text inside of it.  Pein looked up at the others as the waited for his verdict.  Pein placed the scroll on the coffee table as he finally started to explain what was going to happen. 

" After hearing Tobi's story one more time, I still want to hear the girl's side of the story also.  But it seems that this jutsu has a little more going for it than what Tobi has told us. " Pein said.  

" What do you mean ?" Kisame asked .  For a moment Pein didn't say much as he studied this jutsu word for word again .  Pein knew what he was going to say was going to cause a uproar.  Pein or the other Akatsuki didn't need that right now though with the situation that they were in  . 

" What Tobi has placed on us is a type of curse jutsu.  According to this if we don't find away to undo it soon. Then the ten of us are going to be stuck in these forms for the rest of our lives. "  Pein responded.  

" What ! " Hidan screeched " You mean we could be stuck as freaking teddy bears !! " Pein didn't respond as he, and the others heard the sound of the other cats finishing up their meals, and starting to rest up for the night. 

" Yes that is what I said .  The scroll doesn't mention when or how  it will occur. But if we don't change back or find away to break this jutsu we will be stuck here, and remain teddy bears . Then none of us will be human again period plain and simple.  However  there might be away for us to return to normal at least for a few hours.  That girl in there is one of the keys to turning us back into our original forms. " 

" I don't want to be stuck like this ! " Deidara yelled. " I have too much to live for !  Why would you do this to us Tobi !"

" Tobi didn't mean too.. Tobi didn't know this jutsu was a curse jutsu ! " Tobi responded as he started to grow nervous .  With all the stares coming towards him Tobi ducked under the coffee table, but that wasn't going to save him.  

" Come out here you fucking coward ! "  Hidan yelled as Tobi was hiding like a nervous rabbit. 

" Wait how is the girl going to help with this ?"  Kakuzu  asked as Pein looked up at the other Akatsuki bears . Itachi walked over looking at the scroll himself as he read exactly what Pein had.  Whoever created this jutsu had a childish mindset,.  Whoever created it put a lot of thought into the jutsu itself.  But like all jutsu this one had to have sort of way to undo it.  The link to it just needed to be found. 

" What do we have to do ?" Konan questioned. " First the girl  has to preform an act of kindness in order for this to start. . "  Pein responded. " An act of kindness ? "  Deidara questioned 

" Yes. It doesn't state how, but that is what the scroll says."  Pein said as Itachi was trying to understand  what was written in the scroll.  Sasori remained melancholic as Pein described what would take place after the act of kindness had been preformed.  " After that act of kindness had been reached.  The girl has to hug us in order to transform us back for what it describes as an hour. " " Hugs ?  You mean actual human contact hug ?" Sasori questioned. 

" Yes. It says she has to hug us.. We.."  Pein started but stopped  he, and the others heard the sound of the door to the bedroom start to open.  Megan came out of the bedroom wearing a set of comfortable pajama's and a cat hoodie that had ears on the hood of the hoodie, and a tail hanging off the back .   Megan gave the bears a smile, and quick glance, and towards the mouth of the hallway.  Minutes later Megan returned carrying a few things returned to her parents bedroom. 

Once things were settled down Pein, and the others were able to continue their meeting only something seemed amiss.    

" Zetsu where is Tobi ? "  Pein asked 

" He was here under this table awhile ago.  He could escaped while we were distracted. "  White Zetsu answered as Black huffed. 

" He’s a coward  . ." Black said as .  Pein sighed , but  it seemed like Tobi hadn't gotten.  Far off close to where the cats were eating their dinner. The Akatsuki bears could hear Tobi's voice and it was coming from the area  Megan had housed the outside felines.    The adult cats had been eating while the meeting had been taking place. 

" Over there, " Itachi said as he spotted Tobi as he was inching closer to the felines that were still eating their food. Luna, and Calypso had already finished at this point, and had gone off to join their human in the master bedroom.  While Sally, and Nala were still taking their time eating, and preparing for the night.   Eying Nala Tobi crept up to the yellow cat just wanting to pet the feline.

" That idiot !"  Deidara screeched as Tobi was getting closer by the moment, and a feeling of dread washed over the other members .  

 " Hell there little kitty Tobi just wants to pet you."  Tobi said as the others spotted him in the corner where one of the cats were eating peacefully until Tobi came along .  Nala raised her head as the strange looking bear creature came towards her.  Tobi had his stuffed paw out reached towards her, and was trying to pet her, but  Nala wasn't comfortable with the strange animal coming towards her or her dinner.  For a moment Nala sniffed Tobi as he was getting closer to her, and managed to get a paw on her .

  " Meow rowww ! " Nala meowed as she began to hiss at Tobi when he managed to touch her, and pulled her tail in the process.   Tobi began to panic as the yellow cat was very upset, and was prepared to chase Tobi   In his panicked state Tobi ran towards where the other Akatsuki were, and bringing the other cats, and kittens along with them.

" Meow.." Itachi heard from the bedroom as Megan's own cats came through the door. Luna, and Calypso had finished their meals before their dinner guests. After they had followed Megan when she went to shower.  Now both were curious what was happening, and finally noticed the moving teddy bears around the Christmas tree.  Seeing Sally, the kittens, and Nala going towards these strange creatures.   Luna, and Calypso moved over to check them out also.  

After returning to the bedroom   Megan was getting settled down after putting a video in the VCR player. The TV began to flash as a cartoon version of the Nutcracker played on the TV.  It had been a traditional staple during the Christmas season since she was a little girl.  While watching the movie Megan started sewing on the dress that she had made one of her friends. 

As the video started the introduction music began to play causing Megan to look up at the TV for a few moments.  Watching the first few minutes  the godfather in the film reminded Megan of the strange man that had followed Megan, and her friends around during the convention they went to.  But as the film progressed  the female character was putting the nutcracker away for the night after it was broken, and the she hears the sounds of marching.  The godfather again appears on top the grandfather clock, and uses magic, that restores nutcracker, and he calls out to the toy soldiers as the fight starts.  

Just as Megan was getting into the film she heard a loud meow in the living room . 

" Huh ?"  Megan questioned as she heard Calypso, and Luna jumping off the bed.  Possibly they were curious, and had went into the living room where Sally, her kittens, and Nala were staying to warm up for the night.  At first Megan thought she was hearing things or the kittens were just playing before going to sleep.  Maybe one of the kittens was bothering Nala, and she was letting them know. 

However as the show progressed , and  Megan was still sewing the hem on her friends dress she heard the noise again.  Though this time  Megan heard what sounded like screaming.  Well it sounded more like a screech.  Getting up to check on the cats  Megan quietly walked to the door of the bedroom.  Just walking towards the doorway of the room  Megan could hear the sounds of claws, and the growls of an irritated cat. 

" What's going on in there ?" Megan questioned as the movie continued on without her.  As  Megan stepped in the door way only to hear Nala's irritated meows, and it sounded like she was chasing something around the living room, and dining room.    

" Bad kitty  stay back ! Tobi didn't mean to pull your tail !  "  the bear yelled in a familiar sounding voice.   Megan gasped to herself as one of the bears that she had received was running away from Nala.  Tobi started running circling around the dining room catching the attention of the other cats.  Sally got up from her spot as the kittens thought this was a game, and joined in the chase.   Megan watched the bear as he circled around only to start  towards the living room. 

" Don't bring it over here you idiot ! " a voice yelled coming from  Megan's right. .  Megan turned around seeing the rest of the Akatsuki bears, but this time they were moving, and a few of them were talking.  Tobi continued to run as he led the cats towards the others. .While standing in the door way Megan could hear the movie  inside the bed room had gotten to the scene where  the mouse king was leading his army of mice to attack the toy soldiers.  As the same time the cats were moving in sync with the actions, and sounds on the movie.    The Akatsuki bears moved into a semi perfect circle as the cats in question surrounded them. 

" Now what do we do ? We can't use our jutsu like this." Kisame questioned as Tobi hid inside the circle .  

" Why did you have to do that Tobi ! Now you made them mad !"  Deidara yelled.

" Tobi just wanted to pet the kitty !" Tobi said panicky.

" Did you have to pull its tail idiot !"  Kakuzu bellowed.

" Tobi didn't mean too ! " Tobi whined  as Calypso began to approach Hidan . " Back off you flea bag."  Hidan complained as Calypso came closer sniffing the silver colored bear , and didn't like it when Hidan called him flea bag.  Calypso raised his paw, and with out the ability to use jutsu Hidan was swatted back into the wall behind him.  Yet when Hidan hit the ground he didn't feel a thing. 

"  Hey.. I didn't feel that at all. ! " Hidan said as he bounced off the wall , and didn't get hurt from the cat's attack..   Megan's mouth was agape as she watched the show unfold around her. 

One of the other Akatsuki bears tried to do something , but what came out wasn't exactly how it was planned. It seemed in these teddy bear forms that the Akatsuki members couldn't use their stronger jutsu.    Itachi could still use his sharingan,  Sasori could also used chakra strings,  but the kittens found them more as play things than scary. 

Megan stood watching the scene as questions were starting to fill her mind as she watched the kittens trying to join in with the adults. 

What is going on ?  How is this possible  ?

#Akatsuki #akatsuki fanfic #teddy bear hugs #hugs #here come the teddy hugs #itachi #kisame #pein #konan #tobi #deidara #sasori #kakuzu #hidan #zetsu #self insert #insert fiction #i love the akatsuki

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701. I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat!

Practically a continuation to this post prompted by a wonderful anon! Enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900

‘Code red!’ ‘Gavin, it’s in the middle of the night, why are you calling?’ ‘You are awake, idiot, I know that! Now listen here, Binary is gone.’ ‘She’s what?’ ‘She’s gone, I searched everywhere, I can’t find her, I need your I-swear-I’m-not-a-spy-for-the-government-eyes over here asap!’ ‘I’m on my way.’ Gavin could hear hammering footsteps over the phone-mic, just how hard was he kicking at the floor, Jesus… ‘And I told you, that is not her name! She’s called zero-one-zero-’ ‘Yeah, phck that, I call her Binary, if you just say one more number, I’m calling her bin. Now get your ass over here!’ ‘I mean you could also just call the translated-‘ ‘Bin it is.’ ‘Ugh.’

Nines rang the bell to Gavin’s home, entering after the door had been opened. The android had unbelievingly many questions, but found his words lost at the horrible chaos in front of him: Gavin had pushed all of his furniture from the walls, emptied cupboard drawers and removed pillows from the couch. It was the exact opposite from order and an indicator of Gavin’s panic and despair. So, he just entered and immediately started scans. ‘Since when is she missing?’ ‘I- I wanted to go to bed a few hours ago and went to check on her. But she wasn’t sleeping in her usual spot, so I went searching for her all over the place and I couldn’t find her and oh god, what if she’s got out or worse: hurt?’ ‘Gavin, please, try to calm down.’ The man was about to shout something in the robot’s face, but saw his crimson LED. He was just as worried as he was. ‘Did you have any windows open?’ ‘No, it’s cold like shit outside. I had them open in the afternoon but closed them later. Binary was still here at that time.’ ‘Did you went out? Since then?’ ‘No. crashed on the couch watching some movies.’ ‘Good. That means she has to be here.’ ‘But where? Nines, I couldn’t find her in two hours! If something happened-‘ ‘Gavin.’ Nines took the man by the shoulders and bowed down to look him in the eyes. ‘What do you call me?’ ‘Tin-can?’ ‘What else?’ ‘Toaster?’ Nines stared at him. ‘Oversized calculator?’ ‘About my sensors…’ ‘That you are phcking creepy with your infra-red stuff.’ ‘Exactly. And what about my hearing?’ ‘That it’s ultra weird you can hear what my neighbours are talking about.’ ‘Exactly. Now, you are exaggerating some things, but you are right that my sensors are better than any human’s. We’ll find her. Trust me.’

Despite the scan coming back negative, he searched the complete living room again, then the kitchen, then the bedroom, Gavin always in his vicinity trying to search through the flat again for the hundredth time. They looked behind shelves, counters, the bed and Nines even managed to pull the fridge forwards to look behind it. All his scans came back negative and despite his will to hope and to keep Gavin’s hope up, too, his heart sunk. What if she really was gone. Or worse…

‘I’m calling Connor.’ ‘What? Why? He has nothing I not already ran.’ ‘I would invite every damn machine in Detroit down to the phcking mixer, if that brings her back!’ ‘It’s 3 in the morning, Gavin.’ ‘Yeah, I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat!’ ‘Our cat!’ ‘Whatever, I don’t want to imagine what could have happened to her. You rescued her from death before, she doesn’t deserve this. Out there is the rain and cars and dogs and dumb phcking humans! I-I don’t want to even think about it!’ Nines guided Gavin to the sofa that was now standing in the middle of the room surrounded by other furniture. He sat the human down and moved next to him, holding the man that was close to tears. ‘Shhh. Don’t give up. We’ll find her. Stay here.’ Nines got up and ventured to the kitchen, coming back with a glass of water and tissues for the human. Then he opened one of the few drawers that hadn’t been thrown across the room and rustled with a box of cat-treats to hope and get her attention that way. But there was no answer of struggling legs to be faster than it was possible for the little thing.

Back in the living room Gavin was now full-blown sobbing. ‘She got better so fast! She was healthy and grew up fast! I don’t even know what the name means you’d given her! Just a bunch of random zeros and ones! I though I was bad at naming cats.’ Nines sat down next to him again and got to the other pressing action next to searching for the cat. Taking care of the desperate human. ‘Give me your phone’, he demanded gently, and Gavin looked up to him confused. But he stopped crying to hand over the slim object. ‘I named her in my language, naturally, but it is just a translation-issue. I called her Kalimba. It’s an instrument. You inspired me calling your’s tambourine.’ He connected to the phone and loaded a video. ‘See? These keys look like her whiskers. And here… the highest note? Sounds exactly like the little meows of her.’ He let the music play on, having selected a calming track and the tears stopped to follow the fingers dancing over the little metal pieces. As the song ended, Gavin sniffed and put his phone away. ‘I’m going to the bathroom, then we can print out a missing notice, okay?’ Nines nodded and felt it set in. The kitten was his most precious treasure. He loved her, or at least felt something that had to be an equivalent to it. And the little thing had been a reason to get to know Gavin better, the reason for many shared evenings. He and Gavin had gotten very close over the little cat, to the point where Nines spent more time over at his house than his own little flat. And every time he returned, he just noticed how small and empty the room was, how impersonal, how lonely, how utterly machine. That wasn’t home, Gavin was. But it all was founded on that one stormy evening as he had come in with a little cold ball of fur in his hands. That cat had done much for him. He had planned on repaying her tenfold, but now…

‘Oh, you dumb piece of shit!’ Nines lifted his head to the cry. ‘You utter asshole, you little phcking piece of trash!’ Nines was on his feet and stormed in the direction of the bathroom. ‘You goddamn nuisance!’ These curses were far to happy, something had happened. Nines stopped his sprint in the doorframe, maybe a bit too hasty as his sharp grip dug into the wall. He looked inside the bathroom to find Gavin kneeling in front of the tub. He reached in and a high-pitched meow was his answer. Nines felt the whole world to be lifted from his shoulders to that sound and immediately fell down next to the human cradling the cat. ‘What kind of idiot sleeps in a bath-tub, seriously?’ Gavin laughed. ‘That would have been the last place I would have thought to look in!’ He turned to hold the kitten between them, and Nines immediately stroked her fur. ‘Bad girl, Bin!’, he scolded her half-heartedly, the relief seeping into his every word. ‘You got your parents worried sick!’

He pushed his face into her fur and only managed to notice Gavin’s mad blush in his peripheral vision. ‘What?’, he asked innocently as he drew back. ‘N-Nothing. I just thought this wasn’t her name.’ Nines smiled, wallowing in his poorly disguised flustered state. ‘It is now.’

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #Gavin Reed #RK900 #well that name is a bit anti-climatic for how many people wanted to know that #But I guess it's Nines' fault not mine as the author noooo #Actually look it up that instrument is pretty cool #I kinda want to learn how to play it now